Mere girl

[moonshadows]

“…so you understand why we couldn’t possibly be expected to believe that a mere girl could be the Warchief.”

Meet his eyes for a long minute.

“Tell me, Ambassador, were you at the battle of Blackrock Mountain?”

His face darkens with anger. “Aye, and I saw your filthy Warchief slay Lord Lothar.”

“Mmm. Tell me, did it look something like this?” Right hand to the Doomhammer’s shaft, whirl it up and down. A flagstone cracks under the strike with a sound like thunder.

Dead silence. He’s looking at the cracked flagstone with an expression of horror, face pale.

“Oh, I see you recognize Uncle’s weapon. How splendid. Let’s start over, shall we?” I lift the Doomhammer over my head with one hand and the lightning comes at my call, crawling down the shaft of the Doomhammer like a serpent, embracing the weapon from its head to my wrist. I lower it lightly to my shoulder. “I am Warchief Mikanna, daughter of Archmage Jaina Proudmoore and Thrall, son of Durotan son of Garad, former Warchief of the Horde. By my blood and deeds I am Lord of the Clans, shaman of the Frostwolf, and bearer of the mighty Doomhammer.” Pause. “…and I may still be authorized to slay bandits in some parts of the Barrens.”