“You are bleeding.”
Saora turned to face Dhaja, “What?”
“You are bleeding,” the draenei touched her own upper lip just below her nose. Saora mimicked the movement and lifted her fingers to her eyes. Sure enough, red gleamed on her fingertips.
“Guess I used more power than I thought.”
“You put enough strength in your shields to completely stop the magic of one of the most powerful creatures on Azeroth. It was beyond what most could handle.”
“Not so sure about that.”
Saora scowled at the justicar, “Saurfang was just Arthas’ puppet, and he was weakened from making his hovering statue garden. You’re acting like I destroyed Frostmourne or something, and that is so not something I’m capable of. Trust me, I’m nothing special.”
“Why do you not wis