Five behemoth Fel Orcs stood at the end of the stair below.  Charging towards them, five behemoth brutes of our own, the fron line of an assult twenty-five strong.  The orcs drew their weapons, preparing for the coming onslaught.  The initial clash- our warriors making their presence known and felt- then we let all hell lose upon them.

First the brawlers- rogues, shaman, druids and a variety of hunter pets and warlock minions swarmed towards the target, blades, maces and teeth at the ready.  They bit in like angry dogs, tearing at the thick skin and enchanted armor of our foes.  

Then came a rain.  A rain of arrows, of fire, of arcane energies and the raw force of nature itself as casters of every school sent their power to accompany the fire of my fellow hunters and I.

All of this accompanied by the warm glow of the Light- priests, paladins, and healers of all varieties cleansing the demonic blasts of shadow energy sent forth by the orcs below, mending wounds and replenishing energy.

One by one, the gaurds fell to our onslaught.  Then it was on to the next- a patrol from the left, coming up one of the ramps to the prison of Magtheridon.  Another set of gaurds behind them to our left, and another to our right.  Tho infused with demonic energies, none stood a chance against our force, and all fell easily in our advance to the gate.  We formed up at the end of the ramps, replenishing our energies and gazing upon the final target of our forces.

Magtheridon.

Were I to look up the term 'monstrosity,' I would not be surprised to see an image of this beast on those pages.  This was a full-scale pit lord- a two-story slug with four legs and two arms, two massive wings sprouting from its back.  Massive horns framed its head, which bore a toothy angy maw.  In his right hand, a massive spear; on his shoulders, pauldrons the size of houses, from which hung a thing breastplate of similar size.  He struggled against the five warlocks holding him captive with their magic, spewing taunts and insults.

"How long do you believe your pathetic sorcery can hold me?How long do you believe your pathetic sorcery can hold me?" he yelled, then his gaze fell upon us.  A look of realization, then a look of evil pleasure.  He expected his chance at freedom was near, but we had other plans.

Rosario came to the front.  "These five warlocks come first," she said, gesturing to the five channelers placed around the room.  "Using these Mantricon cubes," she explained, indicating the cube before the nearest channeler, "they hold this demon in his place, keeping us from him and him from us.  Each must fall before we bring down Magtheridon."  

She then split the front line, one warrior at each channeler, ready to break them from their trance and begin the true battle.  The rest would take them down one at a time, working quickly before the demon's magical cage broke, unleashing him upon us.... and us upon him.

"All units!  Ready... begin!"

And so the front line engaged its targets.  Their channeling broken, the warlocks engaged us.  "What have you done?!" they distressed, "He will destroy us all!!"  Just as the gaurds before them, we began taking them down one by one.  They fought with vigor, summoning fiery abyssals to slow us down.  We would not be stopped- the shield was weakening, the pit lord ready to break loose and begin his fight to escape.  As the last of the fel orcs and lesser demons fell, so did the cage, and Magtheridon roared with pleasure.

"I... am... UNLEASHED!!!"

The greatest of our front line, the night elf Vasris, charged towards Magtheridon.  That massive spear clashed against his shield, but with the aid of our healers he stood fast under the assault.  The rest of the raid turned in aid, pouring fire and steel into the hide of the beast.  The entire chamber rumbled with our fight.  Then the demon halted his assault, charging his energy, preparing to unleash fire of his own.

But we were ready.  "Quick!  To the cubes!" yelled Rosario.  Five of our finest magisters hurried to the cubes used by the warlocks to restrain Magtheridon.  A brief session was all that was needed to stop the beast from casting his inferno.

"Not again... NOT AGAIN!" he cried, reeling from his sudden temporary imprisonment.  The charged energy exploded, but in a less-devastating fashion- we dodged deftly as poorly formed fireballs fell about the room.  The demon continued his onslaught, Vasris asorbing each blow, his own considerable strength infused with the arcane and the divine.  We continued our own attacks, whittling away at our massive foe.

Then Magtheridon reared his head, and with a thunderous roar, he taunted us once more.  "I will not be taken so easily. Let the walls of this prison tremble... and FALL!!!"  And so they did.  The roof of the chamber collapsed upon us, injuring many, but we held steady.  Fire, ice, lighting and steel of all types, burning, slicing and smashing away at the monster before us.  Finally, the demon reeled from the killing blows.  He staggered back, attempted to right himself, but failed.  He fell to the ground with one final shout of defiance.

"The Legion... will consume you... all...." were Magtheridon's final words, his body collapsing, then disappearing as the energy binding him to this world faded away.

Cheers erupted from all!  We had completed one of the many trials of the Naaru, and had advanced one step closer to defeating the foes of Outland and Azeroth!  The healers tended to the wounded, and we all took a brief rest before leaving the damaged chambers.  Our leader stood silent, but her poise told it all- there was yet hope against the might of the Burning Legion.