How had it all ended up this way? Things had been so carefully planned, the original five were solid, and every last detail was accounted for. J*** would lead them, Loryn. Nicki, Hypnotica, Ty. Yet tonight, when the execution was there, the only two from the original group were Ty and Hypnotica. Somehow throughout turmoil the women managed to find three others who were willing to view their proof and aid the cause, to believe them... A great injustice had been done, the lady must be revealed, but to what end? The Devils had nearly disbanded, he was gone, and even she didn't know where.
"Never mind that now", she thought, shaking the thought from her head with a flash of white mane. She had picked up where he had left her, alone, afraid, unable to lead, and had rallied together the forces necessary to free Windsor and bring him home as proof of the vile betrayer. She became the leader, her anger at him and sudden favor within The Devils at his absence had made her confident, hard, determined. She and Hyp had led their new companions according to the plan that he had taught them and it had worked. They tore their way through the Depths leaving only blood, bone and meat behind and it had worked. How she longed to share the news with him, secretly. How she missed him.
In the distance she caught sight of Marshall and her companions. Litnome the warrior, her proud gnomish eyes flashed as she approached Ty and Hyp. Goodbye, the newest night elf rogue, striking in her ebon and plum, obviously grinning behind her mask, so much like his. Fritobandito, the gnome mage, his youthful visage taunting all around them, daring them to interfere. Ty was so proud of them. The sight lifted her heart and roused her from her thoughts. They were not as organized as the original five had been, but these new Devils, they were good. They were great; they were destined to discover it. Ty had never felt so proud in her life. Here and now, she was their leader, as she had never been before, and for a split second it felt right.
With great determination Ty returned their smiles and jovial exclamations, yet what was coming was still waxing on her mind. They finally had the proof though, and were going to confront her with it. Marshall, carrying the very proof she thought of, marched past her and lead the Devils on. General Marcus awaited.
Ty felt rather than saw the humans ahead begin to stir. This was no small deal. As they approached Marcus she began to feel nervous, her happiness short lived, her confidence drained. Surely they would all hang from the gates of the city she vowed to protect for even having the audacity to bring him here. But Windsor strode on and Ty could do naught but follow. He had started this and dammit she would finish it.
She dismounted from Bleu as she led her clan behind Windsor, allowing him to make his peace with the High Commander, her axes at the ready. The guards fell to their knees at the sight of him. Awe and confusion mixed with hatred and fear. "This will be ugly" she thought to herself.
As she kneeled to her adopted Commander she could feel the surprise from the human at seeing her here. Surely this was not something an aspiring Champion of Stormwind would do. Had the elf lost her mind? Sensing her unease, her unruly miscreants followed her lead and kneeled as well, every sense waiting for the inevitable bad that was going to be witnessed. Ty prayed he would listen.
She tightened her grip on her axe and prepared to act when she heard from the left "Stand down Marcus".
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