Arthas&Lichking(A&K):This place is so
... wretched and
... useless.
Disgusting and inhabited by the lesser races.
That is why I must have this land, to begin my reign over this world, Azeroth and eventually to other worlds.
Sha'Tel 'Quessir (blood elf female (the one in her twenties)): There he is, take him out.
A&K: Foolish elves,
you would need an army of a thousand archers to bring me
down.
Sha'tel: Or the few cunning heroes with great
power (abilities are just something for map makers and such),
are all that we truly need.
A&K: Wha... ahh, what is this
(you say what twice). Trapped again?!
Haha! I will be free
d again, as I
once was before.
Sha'tel
low voice to herself):
We shall prove that you are incorrect.
(this just reads better, sounds more like she's going to do something and not just stand and hope)
(ending LichKing win)
A&K: I told you
, elven scum, that you were no match against my might. Now feel the wrath of a thousand lost souls
!
Sha'tel: No
, get them out of my head!
The pain! The agonizing pain!
(ending elves win)
Sha'tel
arrow pulls back in a bow) This single arrow will kill you not a thousand.
(...what? I don't understand a word of this.)
A&K: How could it end like this, the conquerer of demons and undead,
defeated by
you simple mortals!
Sha'tel: When
you're the friend of the people you always win!
(sounds too cheesy and advertising-like)
(arrow released and A&K having a d
ying gasp.)