Noobara found herself surrounded, but like all Azureblade draenei, her fanatic demeanor and blind faith in the Light made her believe she was meant to face such a hardship, to be the one to repel the might of the Grey and fill the Marauders with her brethren again. Santangelo rose, using the dead enemy as a platform to stand triumphantly before his colleagues, snarling like a darkhound as he held both ribs high in the air before tossing them aside, his killing blow being particularly praised by Mol'Tsok.
Still holding the dead draenei's ribs, Leugim used Chi to enhance his grip once he started pulling them, eventually stripping the draenei corpse of two of its ribs.
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While Kryeiloth and Kron'thar focused on killing the alchemists and Honaw treated Tongam and Vamokk, Leugim sat upon the ravaged stomach of the draenei, punching his hands through the alien's wounds in his chest and holding tightly on his ribs, channeling shadowy energy - necromantic magic - into the powerless Exarch, the noxious powers accelerating the draenei's death process, only making it worse, as the paladin could now feel the putrefaction of his carcass, failing to scream at every turn until finally perishing, his skin incredibly sunken and the once bright tone of his outlandish skin entirely gone. The draenei laid dying, his mangled body still struggling to live - to breathe - when he saw two plated boots covered in leather in front of him. Mo'oros immediately fell back to the floor, now with shadowy trails emanating from every gash in his body, accompanied by sickly green residues - courtesy of the level of corruption in Kron'thar after his journey for power, which tainted not only his body, but the spells he used as well, regardless of school. Kryeiloth's diseases rapidly spread and his fall from Mol'Tsok's attack compromised his movements even further, Mo'oros attempted to avoid what was to come, but the furious ray of Void that pretty much tore from within the forehead section of Kron'thar's disturbing mask proved precise, blasting the blueskin right through the wounds in his chest armor, the shadowy forces spreading across his figure upon impact, further dismantling the rest of his armor and causing him to lose grip over the mace he wielded. As Mo'oros rose, he observed as Kron'thar crackled with Void and Fel forces, the draenei able to feel the orc's hatred beneath the bizarre mask the warlock wore.
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