Dette innlegget er rettet mest mot de som spiller WoW (World of Warcraft) men kan så klart leses av de som ikke spiller det. Hvisse ting kan være vanskelig å forstå om du ikke har spilt det.Skrives på engelsk =)Ok I've got a lvl 28 UD mage alt, frost specced. This is what just happened. I took my sleeve and wiped the sweat of my balled forhead. I sighed in exhaustion as the last of the young Gryphin fell to the ground. Now it's time for the real shit to be shatt. The head of the dead Gryphin gazed stupid towards me, the tongue hanging slightly outside letting big drops of drool falling to the ground. As I lifted my sight I could study what I didn't really came here for, but what I decided after seeing it that it was that I came here for. The grey spotty fur made it look old. It looked me straight in the eyes. Inside I saw great experience and wisdom, but that wasn't all - a great flame stirred his mind. The will to fight was still in the old body of the Gryphin. I had heard tales of this creature. Tales from my other characters. They mentioned this as an extremly dangerous creature, one so cold and deadly that it got an additonal name - elite. My other characters had one advice for me; run mate, run and don't look back! Well after all he was four levels higher than me. Somehow I knew a friend of mine was still awake. Bugatti, I thought, Bugatti, I found an elite!. Inside my head a voice came, whispering: Got problems in the video settings! Argh! And he left this world. Oh well ... what can a man do? Still exhausted from slaying the younger Gryphin I decided a little snack would help me restore my energy. It did. Some bread flushed down with water. Mmmm tasty. I preserved some energy in a littly ruby, ready to be unleashed anytime. Now I was ready. The elder decided I wasn't a worthy opponent and turned flying away. I sneaked up behind it, and prepared a big chunk of icy pain. I sent the Frostbolt with deadly precision into the shoulderblades. The elderly one, caught off guard, screamed in pain as the ice travelled through the flesh and to the bone, making every movement slow and painful. The dance of death had begun. Before entering this God forsaken place, I took a look at my armor. Nothing impressive really, just a robe and some bindings here and there. So if anything gets close to me I'll get eaten in zero-point-swish seconds. Thinking back to that moment didn't actually made me feel good of what I had just started. As he slowly was flying against me our eyes met again. This time he knew what powers I had and that I knew how to wield them. There would be only one survivor. His flame seemed even more powerful now. Another Frostbolt slammed into his face, causing loads of pain without doubt. He didn't care. Three more followed in a short period of time. No reaction. His eyes were still fixed on me and for every Frostbolt the fire burned even more. He was dangerously close now and he didn't look like giving up any time soon. Since my Frostbolts made him move rather slow, I could run a bit ahead of him sending Frostbolt after Frostbolt at the nonfliching face. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. Sometimes I tried to focus just a bit to summon great clumps of ice which would lock him to the ground for some time. Didn't work. His mind was way to strong. A mistake were made and that was all that was needed. In three seconds he had shredded my little robe in to tiny bits and pieces, but I had some more tricks up my sweat dripping sleeve. In a twitch of an eye I sent a ring of ice around me which froze any foe to the ground for a short period of time. Enough time for me to get to a safe distance to continue my everlasting Frostbolt spamming. Sweat slowly gathered in my eye sockets, my sight got blurry, hardly had the energy to lift my arm to wipe it away. I could barely focuse one a thing and a headache which resembled fourteen dwarf digging for arcanite in my head, didn't make it any more easy. I put my hand in my pocket and fished out the ruby. I gave it a slight look then gave it a gently tap. The dwarfs got brutally killed by a flow of energy. Not much though, just enough. The Gryphin was weak now, very weak. The flame started to shimmer in its eyes, which were getting more and more dull by the second. Not long now. This sight combined with the new energy flowing through me veins, gave me a major moral boost. The battle was wun. I would rip out the pulsating heart of the beast and consume the flame. Apparently the elder had different plans... When the final moment approached he took a new route towards me, one where he flew over a little hill. Then ... then he started to resist my spells. I didn't know what was going on. I approached it slowly, tried to poke it with my staff, but I - couldn't!? What the hell is this!? I screamed ... with no use. It was reset.