(( Sorry, i was out of the town for a mission, i came back just this morning. ))
Sweet chilling air of Dragonblight.. Flowing through my hair and my nose itching by the cold..
A moment of realization covered Ralof's mind, his entire body abruptly itched and shook: He was free-falling down the tower. Gar's binding arrow served only one purpose: turning the crashed vehicle to the side, throwing Ralof off cockpit and sending him falling to the ground. He could not understand what happened as all happened too fast, but an urge to act forced his hand upwards: He had to do something before reaching the ground the bad way. He pulled the string: Two huge wings popped out of his backpack, widening sideways. He grabbed the two holders that popped over his shoulders and made a harsh pull, his dwarven glider ascended swiftly. He was half way down the tower top, and his glider had no means to fly upwards. He looked behind over his shoulder, at his hanging gyrocopter. Binds that held it lost their power and the vehicle got loose, crashing on the thick layer of snow covering the ground. "Damn, i have just recently finished repairing it. That damned woman.. Was she not with us last time? Or did i lose a piece of my mind back at the Arathi hassle?" he murmured with a confused mind. Nevertheless, he had to find a way to climb up at the tower top to contribute to the fighting.. He looked around, and saw the huge braziers, blazing up, around the tower.. At each floor.. Bingo! He dove towards one of the braziers and immediately caught the hot air that was elevating upwards from it. It lifted his light-weight glider a few paces up, to the next floor..
A few moments later, Ralof reached at the top of the tower by flying from brazier to brazier to ascend.. He looked at the situation and was shocked to see the huge abomination the former deathknight became. The other two were trying to form up a magical barrier, which Ralof suspected to not stand for long. Suddenly he saw the druid of circle shapeshifting into a mighty panther and strike at the head of the creature. "What the hell was he thinking? Courageous, yet reckless.." he thought as he saw him bounce off towards a column and collapse to the ground. He felt that he had to create a distraction and glided towards the creature, tossing a few cobalt granedes towards its huge body, yelling all out loud "I'm not finished yet you bitch! Take that!". He swiftly changed course and turned over to the group of adventureres, then he glided over another brazier to gain more momentum. They seemed like they needed some morale boost so he shouted "A son of Arathi is not so easily done for! Take heart friends and strike true! For victory shall be ours! Remember what you are fighting for! Remember what is at stake!".
He remembered how his father told him about being a warrior "Thoradin, way of the warrior is the acceptance of death. Can you live, knowing all you hold dear will be lost? A true warrior never retreats, never surrenders, not because he thinks of himself, but because of those he leaves behind..". After that, an image of her came to his mind, and he growled "Over my dead body!" as he glided towards the creature yet again.