Ever since Valeera had formed a three-person 3v3 Arena team with Varian and Broll, she had spent half her time watching the enemy and the other half watching Varian.
Varian was the team's warrior, its main fighting force, while she and Broll served as support.
Habits built over the years were hard to change, so whenever they entered combat, Valeera found herself glancing at Varian without thinking.
As it happened, she was watching Varian when VanCleef moved to attack Varian Wrynn.
As always, whenever Varian was in danger, she would immediately intervene, taking out the enemies behind him or at least holding them off long enough for him to react.
They were both Rogues, but VanCleef favored assassination, while Valeera favored combat.
Valeera might not have been VanCleef's equal at killing from the shadows, but in a head-on fight, he was certainly no match for her.
Now, as VanCleef struck at Varian from the darkness, Valeera suddenly stepped behind Varian Wrynn, forcing VanCleef into a direct confrontation.
Sinister Strike!
Parry!
Stealth!
Backstab!
VanCleef and Valeera traded blows, neither able to get the better of the other.
By then, the others had reacted too.
"VanCleef! Have you lost your mind? Entangle!" Broll Bearmantle roared.
As a seasoned High Druid, he possessed formidable druidic talent and had mastered many druidic skills. Drawing on nature's power, he summoned a vine that burst from the ground and wrapped around VanCleef.
VanCleef still tried to resist, preparing to cut through the vine with the Cruel Barb, but Valeera seized the opening and pressed her dagger against his throat.
"Don't move, or I'll kill you!" Valeera's gaze was cold and merciless.
Daring to assassinate Varian Wrynn had crossed a line she would never tolerate. She would never forgive VanCleef.
"Ha! My little king, why have you