Location: Cenarius Glade
Fabios shook his head at Cenarius, unimpressed. "You know you're damn well daft for all the stories the knife-ears say about you. Go ahead, send me to die. Just remember for whom I died, and what it means to throw my life away. Go ahead, I'm no coward."
He laughed, looking to the sky and glad for the clarity the light bestowed upon him. Falling for this nonsense. A good way to die nonetheless. Yet, it seemed this would not be. Falling for this nonsense. A good way to die nonetheless. He did not even finish that thought as he saw a face so familiar. "Bloody hell." he muttered, seeing a face oh so familiar and a face oh so vile — one that made his hand go to his blade.
As Cenarius asked Fabios to fight alongside him, the Paladin again laughed. Moments after being threatened with being killed, he was supposed to just proverbially bend over, to possibly give his life for the goat-footed bastard... and with a green-skinned imbecile no less? The Knight began to laugh as Cenarius addressed him, starting with a light giggle and moving on to a night uncontrollable burst.
Several felhounds entered the fray with the first easily torn up by Cenarius, but quickly more entered to fight the trio of Fabios's "comrades." The Paladin's mind raced. This was frankly an opening for him, a chance to run away from these nasty folk. He drew his two handed sword and flipped it over to hold just below the crossguard with one hand so he could comfortably run with it yet also have it easily accessed should a Felhound come upon him. He leaned down on the ground grabbing two heftier stones and threw one at the head of the orc whilst the other at the head of Malfurion knowing both were occupied with an enemy and that subsequently would not be prepared for the Knight's attempt to knock them out, or at least slow them down enough to prevent pursuit.
At the same time as either stone was thrown the man flew into a sprint. He was in full plate and not the youngest man but he could still get around on his two feet very, very fast. Fabios was fully attentive to make sure naught cut him off but he was nevertheless thinking of his near future. If there were Felhounds about that neither Cenarius nor Malfurion knew of then Fabios knew that the elves in the locale would most likely be busy fighting them than trying to get an arrow to his face. So, what was his next path? Perhaps he could find Heda; she was a bit silly with all the thinking about business of time and such, but he knew she was the only one who understood his situation and if she was powerful enough - or had such friends - to get out of the circle the most likely sticking with her would be most wise.