Anduin's sympathy is swiftly turning into ire, a classic staple of any Wrynn King it would seem. Normally he would have more patience, try to figure out a way that benefited everyone when it came to such conflict, but no, not in this place. Things have gone too far and Anduin can feel even his own patience severely wearing thin. The Light is not here to guide him and he knows the reality; that their enemy would kill them and not think twice of it. That was, unless, they were the other sort, the ones that liked to experiment on their prey.

They turn the corner and despite everything, Anduin's reflexes kick in hard enough that he comes to a complete stop. There's a poor version of Wrathion there, something that had made an attempt but on probably a description more than anything else. Anduin doesn't even have it in him to make any kind of comment, instead making a move to cover Wrathion's back in the event of others showing up. The creature seems to be going for the throat and if Wrathion doesn't block it, Anduin is going to do his best to grab that thing's wrist, ignoring a pleading voice in the distance that sounds awfully like Jaina Proudmoore.

"They need to know when to give up!"