Zone B -- Forest

[Illidan Stormrage]

The woman and her green-eyed friend ran.
 
"Get back here!" Illidan roared, sprinting after them. "This fight isn't over until you taste my blades for the last time!"
 
"Illidan!"
 
The night elf stopped at his name and turned. The red haired human limped after him. "Let them go."
 
Stormrage shot a glance back as his enemies disappeared behind the flickering curtains of felfire.
 
"They're gone!" he yelled. "They're gone because of you!"
 
"We need to rest," Gildarts said. "That was a tough fight."
 
Illidan's immolating eyeballs flared for a moment, before his grimace was sheathed behind taut lips. Reason filtered through and his battle rage subsided. The demons squealed for carnage, but their unholy voices shrank before Illidan's composure. As sanity took its rightful place, Stormrage remembered the other combatants in the intense conflict. The bug creature, and the cane wielding human, had skulked off without him noticing.
 
"You don't have to like it," Gildarts said. "But you know I'm right."
 
Damn human. The demon hunter snapped his fingers and a new blindfold materialised from the air and wrapped around his head, shielding his eyes. Now that he stopped, his injuries made themselves known. Dried blood speckled his tattooed skin, residue from dozens of tiny cuts and sores, though no wounds were dangerously deep. A burning heat radiated from his abdomen, and his hands shot to it instinctively. The pressure from his fingers intensified the pain, and he withdrew them with a sharp hiss.
 
"That blasted ... green eyed creature did this," Illidan grunted. His fingers came away drenched in dark violet blood.
 
"I knew him as Nealapph once," Gildarts said, nursing a number of wounds himself. "It seems he's not quite the same monster ... or man."
 
"Whatever his ridiculous name is ... he has to pay for this."
 
The crackling of fire broke through the night elf's thoughts, and he paid heed to it. All around, his stray felfire bolt chewed and consumed the grassy surroundings, evolving into a monstrous emerald bushfire. Blistering heat licked at his skin.
 
"First, let's get the hell out of here," Gildarts said, leading the way."Then let's see to our wounds."
 
Illidan grunted, glancing one last time at the wall of flames where the two primes had vanished, then spun and chased after his only ally on the island.

Illidan and Gildarts moving B7 -> B15
NOT challenging Tearen and Malon. (Can't anyway, but let's make that very clear)