Powerful doll hands move to choke Wrathion and he grabs at the arm of the creature the same time Anduin grabs for its wrist, forces it away and slams it into the wall again. He can feel Anduin's frustration, and hear the distant sound of another voice.

"Don't listen to her," he grunts. That isn't Jaina Proudmoore, whatever it is. "We need to move quickly, I'm afraid these creatures don't stay down for long. How fast can you move?"

Anduin is in pain, he knows. Can he run? There's no point him pushing himself too hard if he'll only collapse before the reach the exit. A measured pace that reaches their destination is better than a short spring that falls short. Could he carry him, if need be? Wrathion isn't sure -- he could potentially support him and help him move, which is better than nothing at all.