She watches as the enemy prepares to strike down the Death Knight…
…then with a little smile stuns the attacker with a mental assault, slowly walking closer while calling the Darkness; summoned little void tendrils close the wounds and mends the undead flesh with the coldness of the deep shadows
“You have enough problem without dying again, sick little puppy”
Zymara summons a void… thing, fleshy enough to be deadly, and watches with mild amusement as her “pet” devours the unfortunate attacker
Kotur would leave. The world has enough monsters. It could do without this one.
Mel would fabulously leap into the fight, flaunting his demon hunter abilities, although he’d be wondering what monster Kotur meant.
Drawing the tauren’s enemy away with a flurry of fel-etched blades, the Illidari would rain glaive strikes and agonizing spells upon the bovine’s foe.
The Highmountain tauren are allies, and in the Sin’dorei’s opinion, the most honorable members of the Horde.
Seeing a fellow Illidari in trouble Shalim would waste no moment to save his life. Using the demonic energies in his veins to quickly leap in to action, parrying or taking every strike that would harm his wounded ally.
Shalim would either die by side of Meloren or slay the enemy in his name.
Being strangely fascinated by demon hunters, and acknowledging their formidability, Ethan cannot let one (and certainly not two) die.
Having earned his nickname for “being more than just himself”, the hunter calls on several fierce beasts to attack the Illidari’s opponent.
While his animal comrades bite and claw at the enemy, the man himself fires poison and crippling shots, before switching to plain ammunition, swiftly reducing the attacker to a bloody mess.
Zymara would watch the Hunter die a horrible death
He stole her kill to save Shalim ^^
Hm, Ilysiel would first try to understand the situation. If it looks like the Draenei is attacked by a common enemy she would aid her, if it’s a battle with a fellow Horde she might do nothing, and if it was with another Sin’dorei she would most likely help her kin.
Her blood is our blood
Would save her, naturally
Join the fight to save Thyrellas.
Now in danger of becoming a 2v1 victim because I am bad.
“A fellow rotbone in danger?!”
Torkill would leap into the fray, daggers spinning, stabbing, slicing, and every dirty trick he could think of, to help his Forsaken kinsman …endure, to fight another day.
“Without honor, we are nothing…”
“I could save you rotten-one…”
She whispers from the darkness
“You only have to ask.… and prepare to pay the price later”
Turn a blind eye. Some things are just meant to happen.
“looks like he’s got into trouble! maybe he needs my help !..wait a minute… hes drunk…now he started a fight with a goblin and orc. This look bad very bad! , looks like i have to save you anyway.” (⌐■_■)
“Need a paw, my dear?”
Damien shows a devilish smile
“Let me show you how my hounds deal with a foolish enemy! Sick’em boys!!!”
He commands his dreadstalkers
“THE OTHER ONE! THE OTHER ONEEE!!! Let her go! Bad dogs! Bad dogs! Ouch, that will be painfull on the morning… yikes, not her face! Not her face!!! Uh… better store her soul… Fel. Now look what you have done to the poor Draenei… eh… can’t stay mad at you guys. Come to papa… she will understand. I hope…”
After observing the situation Shalim decides to kill the dreadstalkers, but first he will let them eat their next victim. The warlock that summoned them…
Aid his fellow demon hunter without question. It doesn’t matter what kind of elf he is as long as he’s illidari.
I would save you Shalim!
Wait
You are not Shalim
Meh… close enough
Let me mend you with the shadows
if you make up for yourself, next time maybe I would have given you a chance probably, If you do not, do not think I will forgive you… anyway if i see you …again
I will put an arrow through your head, hope you will understand sweet heart "
Marizsa spends precious seconds weighing her options… Before her, what looks like a Lightforged draenei seems to be under overwhelming attack. However, the nature of Marizsa’s aid might be severely unwanted by the Draenei…
Finally reaching her decision - and hoping she won’t regret it - Marizsa casts Shadow magic to heal and fortify her new ally, and prays to the Void that the draenei will appreciate her aid, and not take offense at its source.
“Now now… let this fragile little shadowy butterfly emerge from her cocoon! Away with you, beasts!”
A few whispered words of pain, void and finally death would be enough to save the Ren’dorei
“Take my hand little one… let me heal your wounds”
Cold little shadow tendrils would close the wound, mend the flesh
“Its time to leave dear… come… come…”