Casualties on the sands of Durotar
Najirah opens one eye to look up at Asa'giri. Oh, hey, it’s you again. “…you look like a shark,” she manages before her head hits the sand again, unconsciousness grabbing at the poor wounded girl.
“… I am a shark,” the warrior says softly, holding Najirah’s hand in her own gauntleted grip. “Come from the sea to eat those that would destroy you.”
With all the promises of vengeance and rescue she’s heard tonight, for some reason the shark’s promises settles Najirah the most. Yes, eat them all, sharky. Eat all those orcs up.