Kae's fanfiction draft

here is my draft

this fanfiction is based off Dota the game, created within the Warcraft universe.
Considering how many games of Dota are played worldwide on a daily basis, it is very possible that what i have written about has happened to a player out there.
 During my gaming years, I have experienced a similar situation in-game as to what i have written about, merely with different Heroes.

Rexxar, the Mok’nathal Beastmaster – an intelligent and dependable warrior, Jah’rakal thought. Jah’rakal knew that he had already faced death. The moon goddess had blessed the half ogre, half orc to continue living in this world as a being full of savagery and nobility who would sacrifice anything to help bring an end to the force that had corrupted the wild animals. However, Jah’rakal kept his thoughts to himself and there was only the sound of breathing as the two of them ran through the dark forest.

The Sentinel had given them a mission to destroy the ever encroaching Nevermore the Shadow Fiend, one of Lich King’s elite guards. They had travelled a mighty distance to catch their prey, and as Jah’rakal  saw the trees thinning, he knew they had reached their ambush position. Jah’rakal grasped a branch and pulled it back, peering through the leaves to see the tall, floating , demonic  being seemingly covered in a dark, tar-like armor. Even at a distance of fifty feet, the Shadow Fiend was emanating a fearsome aura that chilled Jah’rakal to his bones.

“Be ready,” whispered Rexxar’s rumbling voice from the darkness beside him. “Our opponent is a strong one. Focus.” Jah’rakal was shivering, and Rexxar knew it. Jah’rakal’s grip on his axes tightened.

“I am ready,” Jah’rakal told him.

Rexxar raised his head, and Jah’rakal noticed for the first time that there was a golden mask upon his Face. It flashed bright red for a moment, and the Beastmaster gave a pained cry. But before Jah’rakal could ask what had happened, his cry turned into a deafening, terrifying roar that echoed forward at the Fiend. Jah’rakal saw his armor strip away as the howl hit him, and knew this was the moment they had been waiting for – he and Rexxar ran forward as their foe turned to face them.

“Fools!” he screamed. “Death will not be the end of me!”

Nevermore waved his demonic arm in all directions; darkness swirled and formed rapidly around his body. Jah’rakal felt cold air blasted from Nevermore and closed his eyes instinctively. When he opened them, he saw huge, linear moving orbs of darkness that flew swiftly, ominously, towards him. Jah’rakal steeled himself and tensed his body but nothing could have prepared him for the sheer number of tormented souls that attacked his skin and muscles as the lines of orbs blasted him.

But the Fiend’s Requiem of Souls did not end there. Jah’rakal watched in horror as the linear line of orbs floated towards the already exhausted Rexxar, striking him with multiple waves of darkness and fear before dissipating. Jah’rakal closed his eyes and counted eight waves of unbearable, agonizing souls attacking his body.

Jah’rakal opened his eyes. His right arm was so stiff he could barely move it, and his left arm and both legs were paralyzed entirely. He looked forward to see Rexxar lunge forward and throw his oversized blades at the Fiend, before collapsing onto the earth.

He endured the same assault that I did, but he can still fight? Gritting his teeth, he roared and threw numerous axes at the Fiend, channeling his pain into the attack. The axes struck the Fiend and littered him full of axes; he gave a dreadful cry as the fiend crumbled entirely before sinking into the soil. Nothing of him remained but a layer of decay and rot on the ground above which he had died.

Their opponent vanquished to the abyss, Jah’rakal stiffly made his way to the wounded Rexxar and helped him stand.

“You did well,” she said, his voice was but a whisper. Jah’rakal could tell he was in pain.

“Go back to the stronghold,” he said. “You need rest. I shall stay here; I can still fight.”

“My Mask of Madness,” he said, raising his hand to reveal the golden mask. It was decorated with a carved lion. “It seems that using it was a risky move. But it allowed me to sacrifice some of my life force for the magical power necessary to defeat our foe. One cannot gain anything without sacrificing something in return. I shall return to the Stronghold  for now, and we shall vanquish our foes together later.”

Jah’rakal  watched Rexxar walk into the shadows – and so he did not see the shadow creep at him from the trees. He felt it tear into his back but before he could even roar in pain the sky filled his vision and spiked tendrils tore into his flesh.

Rexxar turned around at the sound of Jah’rakal ’s pained roars. He raised his hand and again the Mask of Madness flashed red, and he felt it draw from the last of his life force.