Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Whatofyourown,ArthasMenethil?Howbraveofyoutocutdownadefenselessparentopeninghisarmstoembracehis—"

           Arthascharged,closingthedistancebetweentheminafewstrides,andbroughtFrostmournedown.Kael’thasparriedwithhisstaff.Forasecond,thestaveheld,thenitbrokebeneathFrostmourne’sonslaught.ButthedelayhadboughtKaelsufficienttimetounsheatheaglittering,gleamingweapon,arunebladethatseemedtoglowredincontrasttoFrostmourne’scold,icyblue.Thebladesclashed.Bothmenpresseddown,strainingwitheffort,eachone’sbladeholdingofftheotherasthesecondstickedby.Kael’thasgrinnedastheireyesmet.

           "Yourecognizethisblade,doyounot?"

           Arthasdid.Heknewthesword’snameanditslineage—Flamestrike,Felo’melorn,oncewieldedbyKael’thas’sancestor,Dath’RemarSunstrider,thefounderofthedynasty.Theswordwasalmostunspeakablyold.IthadseentheWaroftheAncients,thebirthoftheHighborne.Arthasreturnedthesmirk.Flamestrikewouldhaveanothersignificanteventtobearwitnessto;itwouldnowseetheendofthelastSunstrider.

           "Oh,Ido.IsawitsnapintwobeneathFrostmourne,aninstantbeforeIslewyourfather."

           Arthaswasphysicallystronger,andtheenergyoftheLichKingsurgedthroughhim.Witharaggedgrunt,heshovedKael’thasbackward,thinkingtoknockhimoffbalance.