WORhMnGd gaped. New Terror faction had found them--which she knew was going to happen--and had waited until the Wyvern was dead to attack. That crazy bitch gave a speech that WORhMnGd only half heard, then stepped aside and let some other guy take a place. A boy with a large weapon, a scythe or sword. He and Garnet rushed at eachother. With blinding speed, Garnet was struck without a chance to defend. His health fell, and suddenly the real battle began. 

Phoebe had run through drills in Father Dagon's noob training bootcamp. Large-scale player battles were only covered near the end of her training, when it became clear to everyone that it would take a long time to get home, and some people fought against those who wanted to leave. Thank god that he did cover it. 

"Defensive support in the front! Noobs and fragiles in the back!" WORhMnGd shouted and pushed her way to the front of the support line and took her battle position. Spells and potions flung at the front lines. Her heart pounded. She was only level thirty, but her monk class made her an effective fighter, in case the New Terror broke the lines and attacked the support. That was dirty fighting, and she didn't doubt they would do it in a heartbeat.