“Meet Ji Firepaw,” said Garrosh. “He’s a monk teacher and trainer from the lost continent of Pandaria.”

“Pandaria?” gasped Dyer. “But, that place... Pandaria has only been spoken of in myths and legends. Are you telling me it’s real?”

“It appears so,” said Garrosh. “Observe. Kor’kron attack!”

The Kor’kron were Garrosh’s elite personal guards. Among Orcs they were the best of the best. Eight of them leapt out of their spots and charged at Ji with their axes drawn. The Pandaren smiled and then flipped backwards into the center of the room.

The first Kor’kron swung his axe at his head but Ji easy deflected the attack and sent the guard head first into the wall. The next two guards attacked simultaneously but Ji simply held up one paw to stop their attack. He then flipped over the guards and kicked them both as he landed between them sending both of them crashing into opposite sides of the room. Dyer watched as he disarmed the axe from a fourth and use it to quickly finish off the remaining guards with ease.

“Enough,” shouted Garrosh with a smile. Dyer watched as the Kor’kron picked themselves up and got back into their positions in the room.

“There are getting better,” smiled Ji in a melodic yet exotic voice as he approached them. “But they still have much to learn.”

“Thank you, Master Firepaw,” replied Garrosh. “So, Daelin, what do you think of his fighting?”