Taking a break from Molten Core, the Kingergartners assembled outside of Onyxia’s lair to see if they could best the big black dragon. Ironbinky stood outside the gaping maw of the dragon’s lair and surveyed the mighty fighting force assembled. They were an impressive sight, to be sure. Mighty Tauren towered over the hunched over Forsaken. Proud Trolls, some in full pony-tailed splendor, laughed quietly with squat Orcs. A mighty assembly of the best the Grom Gol Kindergarten class had to offer. “Fine,” said Ironbinky in the way that teenagers fight. “Fine,” he shot right back. /gkick Peashooter