Arthas' power waned. Death-Howl and several of his more intelligent comrades could feel it. The Scourge war-machine had found itself back in southern Lorderon.
The mighty worgen trotted beside his "master" like any loyal hound would; the beast lifted up his head and sniffed. His fur bristled as he emitted a low growl.
"Silence, mutt." Arthas snapped. The fallen prince urged Invincible to move forward.
Death-Howl stayed in place, listening to something in the shadows.
"Where is that damn banshee!?" Arthas growled to himself.
Death-Howl's ear twitched. "MASTER!!" the worgen shrieked as he lept off his hind legs and tackled Arthas to the ground. Death-Howl felt the bitter tip of an arrow pierce his back, too close to the spine for comfort, but at least his master was safe.
"Get off me!!" Arthas shoved his savior off of him and stood, but then another round was fired, piercing the has-been king in the shoulder. Arthas let out a terrible cry of agony as he ripped the arrow out of his shoulder. "Sylvanas!"
"You walked right into this one, Arthas. it's time to even the scales." The banshee had recovered her body and was now a pale green husk of her former self. Sunken red eyes stared at the injured prince, paying no mind to the nearly paralyzed worgen.
"Traitor! What... what have you done to me!?" Arthas winced as he felt the feeling of his entire body leave him.
"It's a special poisoned arrow I made just for you," Sylvanas shot Arthas a smug grin. "The paralysis you're experiencing now is but a fraction of the agony you've caused me. Your precious puppy is feeling the same." She glanced over at Death-Howl and mumbled under her breath, "Damn mutt." She soon returned her attention to Arthas.
"Finish me, then," Arthas gritted his teeth. This pain was unbearable to the invincible man.
"A quick death... like the one you gave me?" Sylvanas said in a sarcastic tone, then a malice grin danced upon her black lips. "No... you're going to suffer as I did." She chuckled darkly, almost in a sinister fashion. "Thanks to my arrow you can't even run." She gave him a warm smile. "Send my regards to Hell, you son of a bitch."
Kel'thuzad seemed to erupt out of the forest. The lich growled, "Back, you mindless ones!" Then, he eyed his injured king. "You shall not fall today, my king." A volley of shadow bolts surged out of the lich, nailing and slaying all banshees there besides Sylvanas who turned to flee into the forest.
Sylvanas turned and faced her destroyer. "This isn't over, Arthas!!" Her eyes narrowed as her face drew a scowl. "I'll never stop hunting you. NEVER!" She fled.
Kel'Thuzard and Arthas left Death-Howl to die in the brush. The worgen struggled to pull himself up, but most of his muscles were still under the effects of the poison. He fell back to the ground, eating dirt in the process.
"Death-Howl!" a pair of voices yelped as they found the injured worgen. It was Glaecia and Liyara.
Glaecia, who was fully out of Arthas' control, knelt down and started to tend to his wounds. "I'm so sorry we didn't get here sooner."
Death-Howl winced. "Bloody hell... I wish my feral side wasn't so loyal to the bitch our I'd slit his throat months ago."
Glaecia sighed, finishing tending to Death-Howl. "You'll be stiff... but you can move again.
Death-Howl swiftly moved to his hind legs, emitting a low growl. "He's heading to Northerend.... the bastard's gonna be more powerful than ever when he gets back."