Rae'liel - [u]The Not-so-Honored Guest[/u]

Surprise overcame her as the Knights of the enemy managed to withstand the assault of the Blood Knights moderately unscathed, with no debilitating injuries of any sort, so surprised was she that in the moment she lost focus, the Captain had dishonorably stepped back and fired a flintlock pistol into her abdomen. 

Collapsing back onto a knee with her breadth stolen from her while the world spun, she swiftly came to realize that the cause she had fought for was quickly becoming lost. The thunder of reinforcements were coming, and blood poured from her between her fingertips from a coward's tactic. The Knights she had come here with were either dead or about to die, and it was her fault for being so reckless.

[color=662d91]"Stop!"[/color] She cried out, raising her hand as she collapsed forward, sending her sword clattering across the ground as she was left rasping for breadth while she slowly bled to death. Agony and anguish crept up to her eyes, at least over two dozen of the bastards that were the White Hand had fallen to seven Blood Knights. She had done what she could, the only way she could buy any more time for Sharon was to survive for a little while longer. 

[color=662d91]"Only I know what kind of monster you serve. Let the two survivors go to the Stockades where they belong."[/color] She muttered in a trembling tone, attempting to rise to at least a knee before failing. [color=662d91]"Curse it all!"[/color] Even her shield clattered from her grasp as the helmet came unfastened, clattering to the floor to reveal her rapidly paling expression. It was not from fear, but from blood loss as with the wound she had been dealt she couldn't muster the strength or will to cast a healing spell. 

In the Stockades, the two would survive...and likely escape with their amount of skill. And escape to Shattrath they would, where with their word the might of the entirety of the Scryers would descend upon this Fortress. If she were lucky, her sacrifice would now allow them to live in this hole of theirs much longer. 

Sputtering blood from her lips as she tried to speak again, the crimson trailed down her paling chin as she could barely muster the strength to move. [color=662d91]"Y-you coward."[/color]