What sane person would step in front of dragons, demons, monsters, and maniacs with the strength and ruthlessness enough to cut blood swaths through a host of lesser men... and say, 'Hit me! Give me your best and I'll return it to you tenfold!'

Mar had the one thing he needed: conviction. Absolute, unshakeable conviction that by standing between the worst that Azeroth could offer and every single other person in the world, he was doing the right thing.

"That's the spirit!" And with perhaps entirely too much familiarity, he slapped her on the back with a broad grin. "With our combined experience, determination, and stunning good looks, there's nothing we can't accomplish! No more Alliance or Horde labels from this day forward, Vindicator -- today, as it should be, we stand as Azerothians!"