As the two women left the medical tent horns began to sound that signaled an attack. Immediately they craned their necks upwards as it was the most likely approach. The Draenei camp was guarded by difficult terrain. Mobile troops that were grounded would have difficulty traversing the passes and that was the same for their side, but as they were on the defensive it was a net positive. The benefit, naturally, became somewhat muddled when the enemy attacked from the sky. They looked up to see 'flying mounts' by the most generous definition they could muster. The scene was more reminiscent of fighting the legion than any other non-corrupted force. The Draenei had wings and were being piloted by goblins with ranged weapons that allowed them a reach advantage, though Tanna could see by the armor and weapons of the mounts that those could likely fight decently on their own once in close quarters. Still, the veteran did not feel threatened. "Be wary of those things. The new threat." Vuria warned. "The ones that we aren't aware of? They're on my mind, but what can we do about what we don't know about?" The warrior mocked. Vuria rolled her eyes. "That is such a 'you' question to ask. Really." The mage readied her wand.
Tanna was a bruiser. Under normal conditions she was the type of third tier figure that faded into the background of most large conflicts. She was integral, but not typically someone that would take center stage. That was not to say that she was not skilled. The Draenei warrior was among the best of her kind. She was ancient. Many Draenei chose between mastering various fighting styles or specializing. Tanna wielded a hammer and she did it very accurately with a lot of power in ways that most could not. It was training. Many thousands of years of fighting and training. Her muscles were honed and molded to the extent that she could swing at full strength towards a bulletin board and stop on a tack. That was why as she was fighting she was not worried about harming the mounts for multiple reasons.
For one, the Draenei they were fighting were enemies. They could not easily show mercy without handicapping themselves. The enemy was expecting that from them so they needed to deny those assumptions and fight normally. The second point was that she could control her attacks fairly well. She could disable fighters without pulling punches. A full strength attack in the right place could satisfy the requirement to go all out while also not risking the death of the one she was attacking. Though, she was ready to kill if necessary. That was what was on Tanna's mind as mounts touched down and goblins shot from above. Battle erupted all around her. It was a full attack; likely meant to end their resistance once and for all.
On the other hand she was excited because if they could repel this assault an offensive on their end would not be out of the question. She swung her hammer and skillfully disabled two of the landing flying mounts. The rest took off once they saw and decided instead to shoot from a distance, eliciting a small chuckle from the warrior. "Already had enough? I don't blame you." She glanced around at the various Draenei launching successful ranged attacks back at the flyers and nodded. "Don't worry, we've got plenty for you all up there, too." Tanna narrowed her eyes and turned as she got a funny feeling suddenly. A small goblin dressed in black stopped in his tracks a few feed away from her and began to sweat. She smirked and wagged her finger at him. He looked weak. Very weak. Compared to the goblins that were fighting up in the air the one on the ground in front of her without any protection seemed frail to a disarming degree. However weak he looked, he was not a Draenei so she felt little desire to hold back.
Tanna swung her heavy maul down on the man. The precision that could strike a pin missed the worried-looking goblin somehow, but her skill meant that her momentum was not easily wasted like it was with the average user of heavy weapons. She carried through the attack and continued to attempt swing after swing in his direction only to miss every time. The goblin was not having an easy time. She could tell he was struggling by the way his body whipped about uncomfortably, arms flailing. Still she just could not hit it. The woman breathed deeply in frustration. "If all you do is dodge you're fighting a losing battle." She warned accurately. Dodging without any other action only prolonged encounters. It did not finish them. She was not worried about tiring. Her body was training over twenty-thousand years to be able to last days or weeks of non-stop combat. Even without the light that was still half-possible. "If." The first thing the greasy goblin male spoke was in a cocky tone that seemed to mock her. She did not think he had the right and that it was just bluster until he pointed up at his head, urging her to mirror him. Tanna leaned back and felt up around the area. She gasped as she felt some straps around her horns, and then noticed something like reigns dangling freely behind her.
"You're already a mount. You just don't know it yet." He warned in return. Tanna shook her head. The Reigns whipped annoying against her armor. She thought back to when and how he could have managed to get those things around her horns. They were quite majestically curved so it would've been no easy feat to slide leather straps around them without her noticing. She realized that in the moments when he dodged he was whipping his arms about. The Draenei thought at the time that it was just awkward movements but instead they were precise, purposeful throwing motions. She did not feel different and she did not feel threatened.
Once she was satisfied she knew what she was looking for. Tanna knew she would not get fooled by the same trick twice. She began a renewed effort to hit the weak-looking goblin. He was undoubtedly being bolstered by the light in some way. Some odd mix of roguishness and holiness. She was watching for his movements as he dodged but instead of seeing his throw and dodging it she instead missed the fact that the reigns whipping around freely were a huge detriment. He grabbed them with the same sleight moves as she was anticipating a throw and used her own speed to whip himself around. She gasped as she felt something wrap snugly around her neck and begin to jingle. Straps that were loose quickly looped through the collar she was placed in and were pulled snug. "D-dammit! Little freak!" she uttered disdainfully. She felt him let go of the reigns foolishly. He could've possibly finished her based on the stories. Tanna thought that he may have wanted to play with her instead. That was his mistake.
