"I don't care if you're a damn hero of the war, you better get your ass up and help out here!" Fandre grumbled, muttering to herself angrily. She wipes the sweat off her forehead, bracing herself for another attack. Her grip tightens around her two swords, one being none other than the famous Quel'Serrar, eyeing the numerous trolls that seem to be thinking that she's their lunch today. Impatiently, she screams for back-up, and the trolls begin to charge.