Timely

This female elf was formidable; Garrosh had to admit that. She never clashed with him head-on, instead using her nimble body to evade him and look for opportunities to strike. Some of her Alliance friends helped her along the way.

Garrosh sensed movement behind him and immediately turned to parry. Sal'ratho happened to catch the massive battle-axe of a Felguard. The Doomguard's twisted, terrifying face forever wore a ferocious grin.

A warlock had actually summoned demons to deal with him. Garrosh caught sight of the gnome warlock and laughed mockingly. "Take a good look at my chieftain's throne." As he spoke, he knocked the Felguard's axe away with his own. "Even Mannoroth's fangs are only fit to decorate my throne, and he was far bigger than you!"

The Felguard had been immensely strong. But Garrosh was stronger, and he was driven by the honor of his family. His father had once fought Mannoroth, and the fangs of that demon were what made up his shoulder armor... Sal'ratho struck the demon's body with precision, followed by a second blow, then a third. Every strike made Garrosh feel the glory his father had known when he defeated Mannoroth. The mangled Doomguard collapsed to the ground.

"I truly pity Grom."

If he was truly easy to provoke, then Garrosh admitted it. The moment he heard those words from a woman's mouth, all his earlier joy was swept away, leaving only fury yet to be unleashed.

He felt a faint numbness in his arm. Looking closely, he saw only an arrowhead protruding from his flesh. Then his ear twitched slightly, and he heard another arrow taking aim at him.

She has no chance.

That was right, she did not. Garrosh accepted the Heart of Y'sharrj's whisper. Sha energy surged through his body. At a