With the fall of the Infernal Lord, it appeared that the battle was finally over as lesser demons were easily picked off and the main attacking forces had retreated for the moment. The defenders had a chance to regroup and take stock of things and tend to their dead. Zakkarius was grouped with the demon hunters who had helped with the Infernal Lord, exchanging words in both Thalassian and Darnassian - and sometimes a mixture of both with his fellow elves.
Though the Demon Hunters were allies with all who were against the Legion, it was clear that there was still not a lot of trust between the various groups. The Illidari tended to keep to themselves, and other defenders gave them a wide berth.
A couple of Demon Hunters ran off with reports for the other groups and for Altruis. It was around that time that Rokunoth approached while carrying the Warlock in his arms. Zakkarius was back in his regular elven form, though clearly exhilarated from the battle and perhaps a bit edgy as he fought the urge to seek more conflict. He turned with a growled terse word in Darnassian, then spotted the demon. Straightening, he eyed Toni.
"You all right or should I send for a healer?" He said finally, tones a bit abrupt. He didn't have any issue with the large demon to be honest, considering how devoted he was to his mistress. The tall Illidari appeared unharmed, though spattered in felblood. His own blood which oozed from some minor wounds, was thick and black. They would heal themselves quickly over time. Still, he looked forward to heading back to Dalaran to tend to himself, his weapons, and clean up.
He approached, his masked face tilted towards the Warlock, noting her condition. He wondered if she would need assistance with the amount of fel. He could feel the demon bonded with his soul stirring with hunger for it.
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Though the Demon Hunters were allies with all who were against the Legion, it was clear that there was still not a lot of trust between the various groups. The Illidari tended to keep to themselves, and other defenders gave them a wide berth.
A couple of Demon Hunters ran off with reports for the other groups and for Altruis. It was around that time that Rokunoth approached while carrying the Warlock in his arms. Zakkarius was back in his regular elven form, though clearly exhilarated from the battle and perhaps a bit edgy as he fought the urge to seek more conflict. He turned with a growled terse word in Darnassian, then spotted the demon. Straightening, he eyed Toni.
"You all right or should I send for a healer?" He said finally, tones a bit abrupt. He didn't have any issue with the large demon to be honest, considering how devoted he was to his mistress. The tall Illidari appeared unharmed, though spattered in felblood. His own blood which oozed from some minor wounds, was thick and black. They would heal themselves quickly over time. Still, he looked forward to heading back to Dalaran to tend to himself, his weapons, and clean up.
He approached, his masked face tilted towards the Warlock, noting her condition. He wondered if she would need assistance with the amount of fel. He could feel the demon bonded with his soul stirring with hunger for it.