Nemamiah Miller
Captain Nemamiah Miller, clad in his holy armor, takes a knee after a extended fight in the Slagowrks with a troll druid. While trying to catch his breath, Nem takes his mace out of the skull of the troll, and rests it by his feet. It has been a long fight in Tol Barad, but it looks as if the island will be taken by the Alliance, it's resources used for the war machine.
Then, as Nem is resting, he gets that uneasy feeling. He feels eyes on the back of his neck. He knows he is not alone.
Nemamiah turns around fast enough to be able to get his vital organs away from the strike, the dagger slicing through his plate, nicking the soft flesh underneath, poison entering through the wound. Nem hops backwards, saying desperate prayers to the light as he cleanses his body of the vile toxin. He looks up to see his assailant.
She is an orc, clad in dark leather. Her skin is green, her hair pulled back. It was either dark purple or black, Nem had not the time to find out which. On the orc's chest was a tabard. Crimson, with a white drop descending to a pool. Nem instantly recognized the symbol. He knew that this was serious business. He knew whom she stood with.
She was of the Tears of Draenor.
The looked each other in the eyes for what seemed to them a lifetime, waiting for the other to flinch or make a move, but in reality, it was but mere seconds. Nem, courageous as he is, charged the orc, the steel of his hammer finding nothing but air.
Blows were traded. On both sides, there was injury. Nem using his holy light to outlast his opponent, the orc, using her speed, poisons, and cleverness to make sure the human never got the upperhand.
But then the horns blew as men on horses and lions came rushing towards Nemamiah's position, weilding banners of Black with a white eagle. The Legion reinforcments had arrived. The split second Nem took to look at his comrades, the orc used to her advantage. She reaches down, grabbed some dirt, threw it at Nem as he turned back towards her, and as if second nature, threw down a smoke bomb. Within seconds, Nem recovered, but she was gone.
Later that night, while leaving Tol Barad, Nem once again saw the orc, this time atop a worg. He looked at her, she looked at him. They both understood.
This was not over.
