The Aftermath

Before the ice shards had even finished disappearing, Illidan charged out from behind Leiluo. He flung the Warglaives of Azzinoth from his hands, and one of the Warglaives of Azzinoth sliced through a cluster of ice shards in midair. Then a beam of light shot from Illidan's empty eye sockets, melting an entire row of shards. Seeing Illidan unleash such power, Leiluo was glad the Demon Hunter hadn't made his debut in the World of Warcraft scene when he arrived. Otherwise, he'd have known the song: "Flying knives come in a shower, Eye Beam shoots a line; light as a swallow in the clouds, our spirits soar to the sky!"

Still, it was probably better that he didn't know. Otherwise, Leiluo definitely wouldn't have been able to resist singing it.

"Illidan! Watch yourself! Haven't you had enough of a beating already?!"

As a friend, of course Leiluo should have cheered Illidan on when he saw him fighting so valiantly. But Illidan had the misfortune of having Leiluo for a friend, so he could forget about any cheering. If Leiluo went easy on him for once, it probably only meant his mouth was tired from insulting him too much.

And what was the best way to respond to a bad friend? Give him a good slap in the face—not with your hand, but with the facts. So Illidan spread his wings and soared into the air. He didn't even bother using his blades to break through the ice shards, simply charging straight into them.

Of course, Illidan wasn't about to hurt himself just to save face. Though he didn't use his warglaives, several sharp horns like the ones on his head suddenly sprouted from his back, shattering the ice shards that flew toward him.

"Hmph! You little twerp! You'll have to