Captured

The mighty Lich King Arthas was sent flying like a baseball by Zul'ra's Dragon Tail, smashing into the rock face of a nearby ridge. When he fell back down, two patches of snow shaken loose from the cliff covered him.

"Heh heh!" Zul'ra grinned at Arthas, buried beneath the snow that had fallen from the rock wall, baring his sinister fangs as he prepared to rush over and kick him while he was down. But before he could move, several sharp whistles suddenly tore through the air beside him.

Following the sound, Zul'ra looked up and saw rockets trailing fiery clouds as they rose from the northern mountains. Startled, he abandoned any thought of dealing with Arthas, broke into a sprint on all fours along the ridge, spread his wings, and dove off the cliff.

Just as Zul'ra flew clear of the cliff, more than sixty rockets struck the ridge where he had been at once. The entire ridge was instantly engulfed in fiery clouds, while shattered stones and snow tumbled down the mountainside. Fortunately, Zul'ra had leapt from the cliff in time, so aside from being pelted by a few rocks, he suffered no real damage.

Flying back up from below the cliff, Zul'ra circled through the sky. He precisely located Arthas through a gap in the fiery clouds, then landed before him after the flames died down.

"Hi!" Zul'ra tilted his dragon head and greeted the Lich King, who was standing with one hand against the rock wall. Then he raised himself slightly, lifting his front claws into a boxer's stance. With a twist of his waist, he swung his right claw straight at him.

Facing the colossal beast, the icy blue light in Arthas's eyes flickered. He fiercely raised Frostmourne, ready to block the dragon claw sweeping