Once again the city was bathed in brilliant radiance as scores of orcs were struck by the Light, the crimson glow dimming from their eyes momentarily as they slumped forward to be dispatched by the remaining draenei warriors. The wall shook, and Nobundoâ€™s hooves slid on the rain-slicked stone. He steadied himself and looked down to see one of the ogres pummeling away at the base of the buttress to his left with a tree trunk-sized club. He raised his hammer to the sky and closed his eyes, but his concentration was quickly broken by another sound. Not the ogre this time, but an explosion that originated from somewhere below but out of sight, knocking Nobundo off balance. He rolled to his side and glanced over the edge to see a fine red mist billowing out intoLowerCity.
The few defenders who were left immediately began choking and retching. They doubled over, many of them dropping their weapons. The barbaric orcs made quick work of the sickened warriors, reveling in the carnage. When the slaughter was finished, they glared upward, rabid in their desire to tear the defenders on the wall limb from limb. Several orcs climbed on the backs of the ogres, attempting to scale the sheer surface by hand.
The wall shuddered again, and Nobundo cursed the ogre below, who had undoubtedly returned to pummeling the buttress. A second salvo of flaming meteors fell from the sky as Nobundo readied to meet the oncoming crush of attackers. He directed the fury of the Light into the first orc head-on. The green beastâ€™s eyes dimmed, and he crumpled. Nobundo brought the crystal hammerhead down squarely on top of the orcâ€™s skull, then yanked upward and swung left, feeling a satisfying crunch as the orcâ€™s ribs shattered. He twisted and brought the hammer across at a downward arc into the side of another orcâ€™s leg, shattering its kneecap. The beast howled in pain and fell forward off of the rampart.