Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Areyousurethisfriendofyoursiscoming?"

           Arthas’slipscurvedinaslightsmileasheansweredwithoutopeninghiseyes.Themenhadnotbeentold,forreasonsofsecurity."I’msure."Hewas.Hethoughtaboutalltheothertimeshehadpatientlywaitedforher."Jainausuallyrunsalittlelate."

           Nosoonerhadthewordslefthislipsthanheheardadistantbellowandthebarelydecipherablewords,"MeSMASH!"

           Likeapantherdozinginthesunonlytowakeninstantlyalert,Arthassprangtoattention,hammerinhand.Hestarteddowntheroad,toseeaslender,feminineshaperacingtowardhimasshecrestedthehillintohisvision.Behindherloomedwhatheknewtobeanelemental—aswirlingblobofaqua-coloredwater,withacrudeheadandlimbs.

           Andbehindthat...weretwoogres.

           "BytheLight!"criedFalric,startingtoraceforward.Arthaswouldhavebeatenhimtothegirlexceptforthefactthatrightatthatmoment,hecaughtsightofJainaProudmoore’sface.

           Shewasgrinning.

           "Stayyourblade,Captain,"Arthassaid,feelinghisownlipscurveintoagrin."Shecantakecareofherself."

           Andsoindeedtheladycould—andefficiently.AtthatprecisemomentJainawheeledandbegantosummonfire.