The next day she carried her desk case around, but didn't stop to sketch anything. Grogek seemed to be pointedly ignoring her, so she ignored him. In fact, she didn't do much of anything until dinner, when she sat sketching the room, more in boredom than any particular reason.
A courier came in the evening, after the meal. He breathlessly handed a report directly to Grommash. He opened the report and frowned. Grabbing Elunara by the arm, he pointed at Grogek. "Both of you, my war room!" He shoved her forward.
She stumbled and caught herself on the door frame. "What the hell?" She tucked into the room before she was trampled. A backhand from Grommash and she was slammed into a wall. Coughing and sputtering she tried to pull herself up.
"THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" She screamed.
"Sir!" Grogek reached out and grabbed Grommash's wrist before he could hit Elunara again. "What is going on?"
"This!" He threw the page at her.
Wincing, she reached out and read it. "Huh?" She shook her head and looked at the map. "Huh."
"This is a list of points they have taken, THIS is the list of MY men they have slain! THIS is where they have brought down Kargath! EXPLAIN THIS TO ME!"
"Look, when I came through, I knew what they did and didn't have. This was MONTHS ago! I have no idea what they're doing now! The last thing I gave you was sheer dumb luck that we got it. How am I to know what has happened after they threw me out?"
"What USE are you to me, if you can't prevent this?"
"How stupid are you? No wonder Garrosh thought you were his only chance. You're both complete idiots!"
"HOW DARE YOU!" Grommash advanced on Elunara.
"Sir, please. Stop this." Grogek reached out, but Grommash was faster, and knocked Grogek backwards.
"Out with you!" Grommash roared, as he shoved Grogek out and slammed the door behind him.
Grogek scratched fruitlessly at the door.
"What are you doing?" Lama, a female orc leaning against the wall, asked.
"He's going to kill her!"
"Why should you care? It's just a filthy elf." She shrugged and walked on.
Huffing and panting, Grommash growled at Elunara. "You DARE speak out to me? I'll put you in your PLACE!" He roared. He swung wide, but she was faster and darted around his fists. He made several attempts to connect, but she always darted out of the way.
"All of that muscle, all of that body, and you can't hit a little thing like me. How pathetic."
Having left his weapons outside, he had nothing to throw. Instead he shoved the table at her. She jumped on top of it and landed a foot in his face. He roared in pain and swung around, trying to grab. She jumped and darted again.
"I could kill you. You're just weak."
He lunged.
"But you're more useful alive."
He grabbed her by the throat and began to squeeze.
She clawed at his hands but grinned. "Oh, now you've got me. What are you going to do with little ol' me?"
"I will end your insufferable talking!"
"Hey," She gasped. "You've liked everything I've had to say so far." A cough escaped. "In fact, your men really like how I... talk, as well."
Grommash blinked and released some of the pressure.
"Boy, will they be ever so upset when I'm gone."
He began to squeeze again. "They'll get over it."
