Jaina v Sylvanas (7) (Patreon)

Energy coalesced around Jaina's wrists, shackling her in magical restraints. As Sylvanas' banshee form burst forth away from her, this spell pulled her to the edge of the ring. In the blink of an eye, Jaina had been ripped to the edge of the mat and bound to the ropes.

"So much for rules, then." Jaina smirked up at the spectre above her. "I'm not sure what I expected."

"QUIET!" The Queen screeched as her form shot down towards Jaina.

Jaina immediately went to retort, but found her voice cut short. The whorling spirit above her wrapped around her throat, binding her head and neck before reforming as the physical body of her opponent. Sylvanas' legs were folded together in a figure four, locked around her throat.

The Admiral is not an undead. She needs air. The undead ranger perched on her chest bore down with full weight, and the world started fading fast.