[center][color=0072bc][b]Thalion Runescar[/b][/color][/center]


Thalion sighed and stood up as the long-winded meeting finally wrapped up. Mission assigned, destination determined, it was time for them to get to work. The shaking of his hands was not from fear. The temple of Elune was just a few minutes ride across the relatively calm landscape, given that the legion had begun a full scale invasion, and sure enough he saw the infernals raining from the sky in the distance. A few short minutes later he arrived at the battlefield with the priestesses and guards fighting the seemingly endless waves of demons. Despite the warning given earlier about staying with a group and not rushing off, his blood was at a boil. Nothing could stop him from putting his curved swords to use.

Sprinting forward the Outlaw rogue drew out one sword and a handheld pistol-like object fitted with a sharpened spearhead. Mid-run he fired the long grappling hook into the nearest infernal as it lumbered towards the line of defenders. The sharp end of the chain struck the rock like body of the infernal and quickly tightened, reeling in the chain but unable to pull the creature down. Instead it brought the Blood Elf forward. His blade struck the infernals burning green skull at full speed, slicing right through. Thalion extracted the grappling hook head from the crumbling demons body and fell lightly to the ground in a controlled roll, coming up with both blades swinging. The soft flesh of another demon parted with ease but did not fall. 
Enraged and wounded the felguard raised its poleaxe and struck down hard at the source of its pain and struck only dirt, the nimble elf darting between its legs. Both blades slashed just above the hard metal plated boots and bit deep into the meat of its thighs. Its howl of pain before it buckled on its numb legs was a warning to the others in the field. Thalion drove both blades into its back to end its life forever. 

Rather than face the now aware demons, the clever rogue wisely disengaged from the combat and returned to the line of defenders to fill in the first gap he found in their line. From there he simply waited and cut down any demons that approached the line. One such demon, an imp, hurled a small fireball. The damage was minimal, a minor burn to his clothing and a grunt of pain. The retaliation was swift. Dropping his left hand weapon he drew a concealed pistol and fired, taking the creature in the eye to kill it before holstering the firearm again and reclaiming his sword.