"You are not the boss of me, Forsaken," Rogrelg grunted as he did what Sylvanas said anyway, casting a spell of protection around himself before dragging the paralyzed Scarlet Crusader to the Ranger-General.

"I hope you don't hold the interrogation here, in the open. But that's not your plan, is it?" [i]You have the power of Mind Control, I'm not forgetting that. It's perfectly possible for you to make the enemy guide you to the Grand Crusader yourself. If so, do it before my distaste overcomes my pragmatism.[/i]

Suddenly, the sound of cannons boomed from the walls of the Scarlet Bastion, none of them hitting the group...yet.

"Everybody!" shouted the Orc Priest, "inside the building! We have a small window of time before we confront the Grand Crusader!"

[b][I]Timeskip[/i][/b]

Archivist Galford had fallen by Rogrelg's hand, Malor the Zealous would be struck by a poisoned projectile - was that Kailana's work, or someone else's? - while Cannon Master Weily would be shot through with arrows - perhaps Sylvanas, perhaps a Human Archer's. The purpose of this was to exhaust the group, forcing them to wade through hordes of supposed elite troops. Now, Saidan Dathoran, carrying his hammer, was confronting a band that, though they locally outnumbered him, was tired, fatigued, and some who were wounded. This was going to be a hard fight.