Haanta considered whom she could ask for help. Would Guarf come back in time to assist her? She noticed a trio of Druids shambling over, too. Perhaps the lithe Isabeaux would assist her, unless she, too, wanted the polearm? A hunter stalked over, pet wolf in tow. Then another, and another, each with spiders. Curious. This part of the world had been fairly desolated for some time. Haanta nodded in greeting. Then, as if on cue, nine Druids, six from Alliance, and three from the Horde, came through the portal. Finally, a quartet of hunters snuck in, all wearing camouflage, with pet corehounds. This made twenty, including her.
Magtheridon would die many times today. Hope he took his vitamins.