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. The Highlord started to attack them, but he hesitated for
a moment at the sight of Laurana.
"An elf, and a woman yet, dares invade the castle of Feal-Thas,
Dragon Highlord of the White Wing?" the wizard snarled, and
suddenly began slashing at her with his sword.
Ducking his blow, Laurana lost her footing and fell, hitting her
head on a wooden desk. For a moment, she could not move, but
crouched on the floor, holding her head in her hands. Seeing his
opening, Feal-Thas closed in, his sword raised.
"It was high and mighty elves like you who cast me out!" Feal-
Thas cried. "You will pay!" But in his thirst for Laurana's blood,
the wizard had forgotten Sturm.
The knight lunged forward to strike the sword from the dark
elf's hand. But with a speed and agility unknown to most humans,
the Highlord read Sturm's intentions and whirled about, slashing
the knight's own sword hand. Sturm's gasped, holding his bleeding
wrist. His moment of weakness cost him dearly. In a single,
lightning-swift motion, Feal-Thas snatched a dagger from his
sleeve and hurled it toward the knight. A hideous shriek gurgled
out of Sturm's mouth as he clutched at his throat, and blood
streamed down his fur cloak. He collapsed.
"Sturm!" Laurana cried out at the sight of her fallen friend. Her
beautiful face contorted with rage as she whirled on Feal-Thas.
With grim determination, Laurana wiped the blood from her eyes
and fought her enemy, though it was easy to see that each blow
drained her by half
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