Wanton destruction

*Somewhere within the Eastern Plaguelands men and women were dying. Their eyes wide in betrayal and horror, disbelief even. A singing blade with no mercy cut down both man, orc, dwarf, gnome, whatever donned those colors.*

"Look at you, child, the would-be wielder of souls...you cannot fathom the power that lies at my command!"

The woman ignored the deep voice rumbling in the front of her mind as she froze several of the Dawn in place, their faces sealing in the horror of one rogue Ebonite slicing through their marrow.

"You desire to serve Azeroth by ridding it of the Scourge. You do fine, but you cater to the Alliance. You are not true members of the Horde. MY Horde. Good bye, traitor."

With those words, a howling wind of plague and frost froze a cadre of Orcish calvarywomen and shattered them in place.