Two brothers caught on opposite sides of the conflict. Alliance. Horde. Both fighting for dominance over Azeroth and beyond. They've slain demon invaders, undead kings, dragon conquerors, old gods, orc tyrants, and more. Now they face each other on the battlefield of a small backwater area. They say they're fighting for resources, over the lush vegetation in the area.

That was a lie.

They're not fighting for love, not for justice, not for peace. They're fighting for themselves, for the passion they get, the thrill of the fight. Their comrades fighting alongside them? They may not even as well exist right now. As far as the brothers are concerned, all that exists in that moment is them.

Everything was a blur, almost frozen in time as Hunter came down upon his brother, ready to cleave him in two with his axe. Strider was preparing to swing his rather large sword heavily in response. There was no love lost between the brothers. Strider had left the Horde, abandoned his family, and walked the path of Light. The warrior had been reborn as a paladin under the guidance of willing allies in Stormwind. Hunter on the other hand was as cruel and bloodthirsty as ever, a hero in the Horde army, crushing many Alliance scum. That what was what broke Strider away, all the cruelty inflicted by his family, his clan, and his association with the Horde. With the Alliance, Strider found a sense of purpose, of belonging, and he could fight to his heart's content.

Many times they had fought, growing up, always trying to outdo the other, and then later in life, meeting on the battlefield, never knowing if that clash would be their last. Right now, nothing else mattered. It was just them.

"FOR THE ALLIANCE!"
"FOR THE HORDE!"

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Art done by the ever-amazing  firekeeper77