Stormsong Valley
The battlefield was littered with the bodies of the dead and wounded. Iris was busy attending to the wounded.
She spotted a fallen orc soldier groaning and bleeding into the grass, just as two Horde champions, one a Tauren druid and no doubt a healer, approached. She raced to the fallen orc, arriving just before the druid. She then cut the wounded orc’s head from its body.
The Tauren druid just stood and watched, as did the other Horde champion. As Iris had expected, they did not attack; the Horde had grown soft while they’d had the overwhelming advantage for months on end, and were now loth to engage without those overwhelming odds. Not even when they were watching a compatriot executed before their very eyes, Iris thought with contempt.
Iris was not foolish enough to take on two champions at once. As she left the area, her eyes fell on a dead Alliance soldier, no doubt the one who had injured the orc that Iris had executed.
At least you were avenged, Iris thought. Then she turned to search for the next wounded soldier.