"...why did you aimed shot in the middle of a fight?" The warlock dusted off his robes, picking himself up from the floor just after the green glow of resurrection faded from him and throwing a nasty glance the hunter's way. The party had just defeated the satyr, Thorngrin the Tender, but just barely. Both warlocks had met their doom at his hand, but apparently defeat just wasn't enough for one.

Kavala glanced over to the hunter; Lumizent was scowling and had opened her mouth to say something sharp (at least she had survived), and looked up when the paladin placed one gauntleted hand on her shoulder. Her expression softened from scowl to frown when he pursed his lips in a shhh and shook his head. Momentarily calmed, Lumizent shrugged off his hand and then busied herself with notching another arrow to her bow in preparation for the next pull. In an ideal world, that arrow would thunk securely into the warlock's fat head. And possibly deflate it.

"Let's just go ahead and get ready for this next room," Kavala said, ignoring the warlock's attempts to bait the party. For all of his apparent talent, he had managed to smear himself across the floor more than anyone else. None of his ego had apparently been hurt, however, and the rest of the party - and, indeed, all of the Botanica - had been treated to a never-ending litany of complaints and ego-stroking. "We need to get out here as quickly as possible," he said, hefting his sword and sheild.

Standing in the mouth of the hallway that opened up into a room containing the corpses of many dead blood elves and a few mutated fleshbeasts - presumably responsible for the dead bodies - Kavala threw his sheild as the warlock called out which target to begin engaging. Addie, the other warlock, simply sighed and began flinging shadowbolts, muttering to Lumizent, "Gee, it's not like we haven't been to Tempest Keep before. I had no idea how to throw a shadowbolt!"

"Or fire an arrow," Lumizent hissed, watching her ravager tear into the backside of one of the fleshbeasts as she prepared to fire another shot. The bow swerved to target the warlock, but at the last moment she brought it back to target. "He'll be lucky if I don't shoot him."

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Yes, this is World of Warcraft fanfiction, and yes, this did actually happen. If it makes no sense to you, congrats -- you're not a nerd.