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It was a war!

So many years ago, that cold, mechanical voice told them to prepare for a great war, and now here it was! Years spent in wait, years spent sharpening their blades, years spent raiding and fighting and arguing and preparing! For this moment, where they will be immortalized by the flesh they rent! The drums sang the warsong of their people, emboldening their bodies and their spirits. None of them on the frontline had expected to live to see another day, and they pushed themselves with renewed vigor instead. One Brute tore through the ranks, chaining Hard Punches and Club Swings together with mad abandon until he was burnt out and ripped apart by the cowardly, armored ants. A mere Goblin managed to distinguish himself amongst his peers by driving a knife into the heel of another adventurer, bringing her down onto the ground before ripping off her helm and pulverizing her skull with a stone axe. His fate was to be beheaded by a Reaper moments afterwards. Far in the back, Goblin Archers shot out waves and waves of arrows, providing nothing more than a distraction for the Shamans that did their great and terrible magics.

From the frontlines, their call was glorious, and the disintegrating beam of power that they evoked turned men to ash, cutting a craterous swath through the ranks of adventurers, only for the Shamans to be equally crushed by fireballs falling like meteors. But though the adventurers could all kill three or four goblins by themselves, the goblins replaced themselves at an even greater rate, the war drums becoming a form of communication that allowed massive amounts of units to shift like a sentient flood. For a moment, the adventurers could hold the line, no push even harder.

But in the next, one part of the main force collapsed entirely.

They had been patient, they had waited long, but now, cloaked Goblins atop of Wargs slammed into the shield wall before letting out a grand cry of outrage. <<Brutal Taunt>>, a lesser variation of a Paladin’s Radiant Challenge that only temporarily drew the target’s attention. But rather than engage afterwards, the Warg Riders peeled off instead, pulling the tanks away with them and exposing the DPSes behind the lines. Immediately, monsters flooded in through the gap, Wargs sowing discord and Blood Boiled Brutes knocking them away.

Willow, as it happened, was simply unlucky.

The light that radiated from her body exposed her clearly as a healer, and the Warg Riders charged at her immediately, axes raised to chop her to pieces.