Wha? Thrall? The Maelstrom? How? How did I....?
"I bring you back from the brink of death, Kinnavieve. We are in need of your aid!"
Wow. Thrall. Ratters always admired him, his vision. Just standing here with him, I can begin to see why. So strong, so bold. And, well, he saved my life. Alright, Warchief, um, I mean, shaman. What do you need me do? Just point me where you want me, and I'll get the job done.
"There's no time! Deathwing struck before we could form against him. If you do not stop him, the Earthen Ring will end this day!"
Wait, what? Deathwing? No, wait, there must be some mistake. I'm not prepared. I'm not ready. I- I- I-
Light preserve me, I can't. Can't do anything. So scared. So scared. Gotta do something. Thrall, help me. Protect me. Save me.
"You wil die this day, Earthwarder! Kinnavieve
"Aggra... this can't be... this has gone too far..."
I'm sorry. I know you're counting on me, but I can't. I can't fight him. He's too big, and I'm too small, too weak. Please. I don't want to be here.
Wha? Huh? Yevaa? Where? Still inside the Maw? Oozes and tentacles and acid? All right, this I can handle. Diddle with my brain, will you, you monster? Well, I'm back in my own head now and I'm a-gonna frickin' diddle your brain. With. My. Axe.