Aug 30, 2008 13:24
[The communicator begins recording at a scraping sound -- as though it were skittering across the floor. Then, Sylvanas' voice comes through, deadly serious:]
“So. We meet again.”
[Pause.]
“Your army is destroyed. I slew Kel'Thuzad myself. Now? It's your turn.”
[Creak of a bow being drawn and released. The arrow hisses as it flies, and thonks into the wall. At that, the cuff activates, and Sylvanas hisses in pain at the shock. She draws a blade. Step. Step-slide. Step. Abruptly, one hears twin thuds, and the ring of metal hitting the floor.]
“What--? NO!”
[Sounds of collapse. Silence - not even breathing. The recorder times out.]
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plot: hope