Hallam grimaced in disgust, wiping his face with his sleeve. Some spells were better at close range, particularly the cold spells he preferred to use on their living opponents. That had the unfortunate side effect of putting him right up close to the fighting for a short time, and while that was dangerous it was not what disgusted him. No, a particularly beefy Warrior had taken a sword to one of the Scarlet Priests, the resulting arc of blood had gotten all over his face and robes. He'd actually stopped casting in his surprise, casting a Blink spell to return to a safe distance and hurriedly wipe the substance from his mouth.

He glowering at the back of the Warriors' heads as he felt a steady drip of hot liquid sliding down his collar. He wasn't sure which of the idiots had been the one to splatter him, he had been focused solely on the battle at the time, but Hallam was coming up with a plan of vengeance on all of them. Maybe turning them all into sheep after this campaign? Or he could piss in their healing potions...

His dark muttering faded into the background as the dark figure of Sylvanus came into view, a bright and colorful Kalania at her side chattering away. [i]What an odd pair.[/i] He thought bemusedly.

Hallam did not know many of the faces they had encountered, but even he knew Saidan Dathrohan's face. Uther, Tirion, Turalyon, and Saidan were the four to found the Knights of the Silver Hand. It was almost surreal, fighting a man he had heard stories about as a child. They were going to kill this man, this great hero of Lordaeron. How had this happened?

But it didn't matter. Saidan was the enemy now, irrational and filled with hatred, whatever he had been now he was a danger to the lives of all of Azeroth. His disruptions of the fragile stability in Lordaeron and the unrestrained murder of all not part of the Crusade was a danger that could not be ignored. Hallam was sure the only reason he still lived was to distract the Scourge here, but now they were going to remove both threats. Another sneer crawled it's way into his expression. He would gladly blast this man to the Void. The things his Crusaders had done under his orders were as unforgivable as the Prince's betrayal had been.