He heard his name, but the voice he heard wasn't Khadgar's. No from what he saw before him, the Archmage was no longer capable of speech. Instead it was that wretched Banshee Queen who spoke to him and was approaching him. No doubt to drive the weapon she held between his ribs so she could finally finish what she'd been trying to do since she invaded his homeland.
"Sylvanas, I should have killed you back in that temple. Do you even realize what you've done here? You may as well be working for the Legion itself at this rate."
The look Khadgar was gifted with as Graymane came up from his crouch was one he no doubt had never seen fully, glimpses perhaps, but the fury and rage turned the human face into something bestial. The words were spoken in a growled hateful tone.
"I'll learn from my past mistakes now, you'll not be leaving this place alive."
As the words ceased, smoke obscured the other man's form and out of the smoke lunged a white furred form, clawed hands reaching out to either rend or grasp the body before him as the muzzle snapped with lethal intent toward the throat.
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"Sylvanas, I should have killed you back in that temple. Do you even realize what you've done here? You may as well be working for the Legion itself at this rate."
The look Khadgar was gifted with as Graymane came up from his crouch was one he no doubt had never seen fully, glimpses perhaps, but the fury and rage turned the human face into something bestial. The words were spoken in a growled hateful tone.
"I'll learn from my past mistakes now, you'll not be leaving this place alive."
As the words ceased, smoke obscured the other man's form and out of the smoke lunged a white furred form, clawed hands reaching out to either rend or grasp the body before him as the muzzle snapped with lethal intent toward the throat.