Перевод с MMO-Champion http://tinyurl.com/y28dytwc
Вновь и вновь мы видим яростные и громкие реакции Бэйна на всевозможные надуманные им несправедливости, но он никогда не смеет хоть что-то предпринять для их искоренения. Он соглашается с приказами Гарроша, потому что он его боится. Он злится из-за потерь тауренов, но ничего не делает. Малкорок неоднократно достаёт Бэйна, и он отказывается что-либо с этим делать. Даже когда кажется, что он собирается действовать, его немедленно успокаивает Андуин или пугает Малкорок.
Трусость Бэйна - его единственная неизменная черта его характера. Мы видим, что в BfA все происходит точно так же, как в MoP. Бейн ненавидит приказы Сильваны, но он соглашается с ними, потому что он напуган. Он боится бросить вызов Сильване Мак’горе, поэтому он прячется за ее спиной. Натанос запугивает его и Бейн позволяет казнить Зеллинга. Я надеялся, что он, по крайней мере, попытается противостоять аресту, но он просто бросил пару смехотворных комментариев в адрес Сильваны. Его трусость в конечном итоге приведет его к потере любого влияния, когда даже другие лидеры Орды потеряют всякое уважение к нему.
Бейн про зловещий тотем:
“My heart says: They took from you, take from them. Take the Grimtotem who entered a peaceful city of their own kind in the dark of night, and who slew by smothering or stabbing victims too deep in slumber to fight back. Take their matriarch who placed poison on a blade instead of sacredly anointing it. Take the arrogant fool who dared fight my father and who could only win by stooping to—”
Baine was beginning to raise his voice, and the calmness in his eyes was slowly being replaced by anger. His hands tightened into fists the size of Anduin’s head, and his tail began to lash. Abruptly he halted in midsentence and took a deep breath.
Бейн о противостоянии:
Baine had had enough. The greedy, self-absorbed goblin’s quip about the blood of heroes and foes alike being spilled for profit pushed Baine’s anger past prudent silence.
“Garrosh!” he said. “There is none here who can say that I do not love the Horde. Nor any who can say that I do not honor your title.”
<Scuffle between Baine, Garrosh and Malkorok>
For what seemed an eternity, the Blackrock orc did not move. Baine had no desire for a confrontation—not here, not now. Attacking Garrosh, or this gray-skinned warrior who was clearly appointed specifically to defend him, would only further aggravate the young warchief and make him even more disinclined to listen to reason.
Бейн о следовании приказам:
Baine hated what he was about to do, but if he refused, Garrosh would turn on him —and the tauren—with the full force of the rest of the Horde behind him.
Бейн о жизни своего народа:
Baine’s eyes flickered with fury ; then he growled low. “I have lost many braves today, obeying the warchief’s word. I have no desire to lose any more Horde lives needlessly.”
Бейн о Мак’Гора:
Baine felt as if his own core were molten with outrage. It was with the greatest of efforts that he had kept from exploding in anger when Malkorok had challenged him. He was not afraid Malkorok could defeat him—by all accounts, Cairne had been winning the battle against Garrosh, before Magatha’s poison had claimed him. Baine bore his father’s blood and he had youth on his side. No, he had declined because there was no way to truly win. Poison would be used again, but better hidden this time. Or even if he slew Malkorok, there would be an ambush waiting in the shadows. And then, what would happen to his people?
Бейн о самозащите:
The deep, rough voice came from nowhere. At once Baine leaped to his hooves. The others assembled did likewise, many of them drawing weapons. But Baine recognized that voice and shouted, “Lay down your weapons! Lay them down!”
Слабые руки бейна:
Baine grabbed Garrosh’s arm and whirled the orc about to face him. At that moment the Kor’kron surged forward, Malkorok in the forefront, but Garrosh shook his head before they could move to slice the angry tauren into so much meat.
Baine shoved a bloody piece of cloth into Garrosh’s face, growling furiously. This did get a reaction out of Garrosh, who snatched away the cloth and snarled at Baine.
“That, Garrosh, is the blood of a young tauren who died obeying your orders! Your commands! The commands that have left far too many stiffening in these muddy waters for no purpose!” shouted Baine. “It is a more fitting decoration than your tattoos, Garrosh!”
Malkorok was there, shoving the mighty bull so hard that Baine actually stumbled backward a step. Malkorok seized Baine’s wrists in his powerful warrior’s hands and started to twist, his missing fingers not hampering the strength of his grip. Garrosh had wiped his face clean of the bloody smears and now said, “Let him go, Malkorok.”
For a moment, it seemed as though the Blackrock orc would refuse the direct command. Then, his body visibly straining against it, he released Baine, spat on the ground, and stepped back.
Бейн об Орде:
Again Garrosh laughed, that inexplicable and inappropriate laughter that only threw fuel on the fire of Baine’s grief and fury . He thought again of those he had lost, to no real purpose other than to satisfy Garrosh’s ego. But before Baine could speak, Garrosh dropped the amused expression and drew himself up to his full height.
So engrossed in his pain and anger had Baine been that he hadn’t even noticed that they had had to shout to be heard above a whirring, buzzing noise.
So shocking was the sight that for an instant, Baine didn’t even know what he was looking at.
Did none of them see? Baine couldn’t understand it. So many, too many, seemed happy at beholding the dead city, crowded with corpses of people who had died in a horrible and painful fashion.
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