All characters in the story were created and are trademark to Valve Corporation taken from the video game Dota 2. The story is merely fiction and does not mean to describe any character from the game or its creators in any manner. P.S. this is my first submission and it may be subject to change or edits.
Tresdin continued to sharpen her halberd attempting to ignore the loud festivities at the Radiant's base camp. As the toughest commander to ever lead Stonehall's legions, Tresdin found the revelries unbecoming of a soldier, though her comrades seemed to feel otherwise. She sat alone in her tent preparing her weapon and mind for the battles ahead, uncaring for her new comrades. She would often sit and brood over how much she hated her comrades, how most were untrained, weird loners, who fought with the skills of newborn infants. Not a passing second went by during combat when she wished to turn her blade on her supports. A loud crash followed by the crack of thunder and magic cut through the air, "Undisciplined filth" Tresdin muttered turning back to her work.
Jah'rakal hated everyone surrounding him. He hated every stupid, slutty sorcerer, he hated all decrepit old men, he hated every weird creature he didn't know the name of. The warlord did not sit, brooding on how much he hated them, rather he let them know. Jah'rakal spent his whole life letting people know how much he despised them and he had gotten pretty good at it. He downed a pint of mead and began letting loose on his fellow partiers. Curses and threats filled the air at an astonishing rate as the troll went down the line insulting everyone in sight. "You! Stupid fiery slut bouncing all around, you can't cast a spell for shit, we only keep you around because someone needs to suck offeveryone in this fucking sausage fest," he bellowed not seeing whose lap Lina was sitting on. Man in question Sven the Rogue Knight, kindly asked Lina to get off of him, then promptly stood up and delivered a quick kick to Jah'rakal's stomach. The troll flew back from the tremendous kick, smashing through a crate and onto the ground outside the party tent.
"Why you..." the troll began before the blast of magic infused gauntlet smashed him into the ground again. As Sven stepped out of the tent, the large knight called to Jah'rakal "Come on, I thought it was a fight you wanted". The knight was more mass than man, astonishingly tall and built like a brick shit-house, but the troll himself was no weakling. He was almost the knight's height, taller than most men and trolls, but was built leaner for speed rather than strength. Jah'rakal laughed "Yes you stupid knight, Fight!". The two began their brawl, crashing back into the tent and back out, breaking every chair and table in their path. The huge knight swung wide, as he was use to a massive broadsword, but the troll preferring one-on-ones, fought like a angry wasp, darting in and out with wild but accurate blows. The two continued their loud fight as spectators rooted on from the sides.
"ENOUGH" screamed Tresdin as she threw a chair into Sven's face sending the knight sprawling. "You are all despicable imbeciles, feeding this hate monger, falling prey to his vile words," she began to scream. "We are fighting a war but you are all too busy drinking, partying and feeding this sorry excuse of a warlord with your attention," she continued. "Now shut up all of you sorry excuses for soldiers," she finished, breathless from shouting at an entire encampment. The crowd shifted uneasy, most were still drunk from the party and excited from the sudden brawl, many were not ready to accept this truth. Jah'rakal turned his madness towards the angered warrior "If you want some more attention, why don't you strip for us, Stonehall whore," he spit. Tresdin furrowed her brow as her anger rose "Dirty little troll," she muttered before punching him in his smiling face.
