Ashenrock scurried for cover. They were EVERYWHERE!!!! "THEY'RE COMING OUT OF THE *%@*ING ROCKS MAN!!!!" He screamed while wildly Moon Firing into the mass. Indeed the gnomes had come for revenge. What had at first seemed like an innocent and textbook raid against Toshley's Station had turned into a bloodbath of epic proportions. The Grin scouts had severely underestimated the defensive numbers and now they were paying for it. Ashenrock watched in horror as the little monsters swarmed poor Crunck like an angry mass of killer bees. Crunck wildly swatted at them but for every gnome he batted away, 4 more would take its place. It took only seconds for them to bring the giant Orc down and when they finally detached themselves from him, all that was left was a skeleton.
As if things weren't bad enough, rockets started flying in at their forces from above. A giant mechanical flying machine was now wreaking havoc from above. A rocket whizzed by Rock's head, slamming into the chest of Pokes, leaving a giant hole in the Shaman as he fell backwards. "GET THEM OFF!!! GET THEM OFF!!!!" Felora screamed as she scampered by with about 15 of the little bastards riding her ursine back like some sick Darkmoon Faire ride.
Esere and the other healers couldn't heal fast enough and were suddenly faced with the fact that about 30 screaming, dagger-wielding midgets were tearing out of the safety of town in order to take down the medical staff. "Our weapons and magic are useless!" she cursed. Then an idea swept through her mind and she screamed, "Anyone who has a Kodo, summon it now!" What was left of the forces did as she asked. The giants lumbered into the area and it was immediately apparent what the plan was. "Gather them together here and point them at the station!" It took only seconds for the troops to assemble about 15 Kodo and once they were in place an explosive charge was set off closely behind them.
This scared the bejusus out of the beasts and they started to charge wildly away from the disturbance...and right into town! Gnomes couldn't get out of the way fast enough. The squishing and crunching sounds of the little bastards underfoot were almost nauseating. Little screams of terror, though, were music to the Horde's ears. The Grin forces charged in behind the Kodo, making short work of the little sons-of-@%!#!es. By the time they reached the Flight Master, all that was left were blood stains and hoof prints.
While the Kodo were marching to massacre below, Ashenrock decided to end the chaos of the flying machine once and for all! He took to his flight form and started flying as fast as he could at the giant air intake that powered the gyro. A suicide mission for sure...but what the hell...if he lived he'd have nightmares about gnomes for the next several weeks, and who the hell could live with that? Inches from the flying instrument of death he screamed, "Ha-ha-ha! Hello, boys! I'm back! All right, you gnome %@@#%!@s! In the words of my generation: Up Yours!" As he gracefully entered the underside vent, the machine immediately began to cough and sputter. Suddenly it exploded in a brilliant flash.
The forces on the ground started to mourn the loss of their comrade. "LOOK!" someone yelled while pointing at the sky. A featherless and bloody stormcrow was falling out of the sky and landed with a thud against the rocks below. As the troops scrambled to his aid, Ashenrock painfully shifted into his Tauren form. Furless, naked, and in a horrible daze, he sat on a rock and lit up a cigar. "I love it when a plan comes together..." He then passed out.