As the mist turns to a stormy downpour, sheets of rain just as obstructive to his vision as the fog had been, Anduin can hear that familiar voice cracking over the thunder. Something sour and tight twists in his stomach as those flame-red eyes meet his, his own gaze hardening. ]
...Wrathion?
[ Of course. Of course Wrathion would be here, as well. Why wouldn't he be? It would hardly be his first time causing chaos in other worlds and unwittingly dragging Anduin into the consequences. Admittedly, the thought is an unfair one, but his grip tightens on his sword all the same as Wrathion struggles.
He almost misses the vines slithering like serpents across the ground until they're nearly around his ankles. With a cry he turns, slashing at the thick tendrils and sending plant matter scattering across the wet soil. Without pausing, the young king turns back towards the struggling figure being pulled into the maze's walls, raising the blade over his head and bringing it down, severing several of the vines at once.
But it doesn't quite cut through all of them, and in the blink of an eye more are lashing forward to bind around the hilt of the sword, and Anduin's wrist along with it. ]
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As the mist turns to a stormy downpour, sheets of rain just as obstructive to his vision as the fog had been, Anduin can hear that familiar voice cracking over the thunder. Something sour and tight twists in his stomach as those flame-red eyes meet his, his own gaze hardening. ]
...Wrathion?
[ Of course. Of course Wrathion would be here, as well. Why wouldn't he be? It would hardly be his first time causing chaos in other worlds and unwittingly dragging Anduin into the consequences. Admittedly, the thought is an unfair one, but his grip tightens on his sword all the same as Wrathion struggles.
He almost misses the vines slithering like serpents across the ground until they're nearly around his ankles. With a cry he turns, slashing at the thick tendrils and sending plant matter scattering across the wet soil. Without pausing, the young king turns back towards the struggling figure being pulled into the maze's walls, raising the blade over his head and bringing it down, severing several of the vines at once.
But it doesn't quite cut through all of them, and in the blink of an eye more are lashing forward to bind around the hilt of the sword, and Anduin's wrist along with it. ]