[She speaks and talks to him as if he is some sort of child, and that angers him to no end. Already he could hear the whispers of demons in his ear from his cursed blood. He could tell from her armor-- or lack there of-- that she is no warrior. Her armor and slender frame is fit for mobility and fast movement. She would be hard to catch, but if a simple swing of his Gorehowl connects with any part of her--

No. This was not what he had learned from Thrall. He failed him once-- multiple times even. He would not start again.]

If only you were aware of just how quickly your arrogance almost caused an end to this vile "life" that's being held together by dark magic and a corpse.

However, in comparison to slaying a God, a queen of dead, forgotten spirits is hardly a battle worth fighting. [Even though he hadn't killed Mannoroth yet, him and his Warsong still slew Cenarius. He was pretty proud of this!]