>>5324268Adrenaline floods your veins. There’s no time to think. No time to gauge distances. No time to calculate. No time to hesitate.
[Raging Phoenix Talon] activated, for the next 3 seconds, all attacks will send out a wave of fire qi.
Swiping your mouse, a blazing arc of fire shoots from your dagger-axe, scorching the ancient brick floor as it flies. Time almost seems to slow down as your eyes track the moving thunderbolt. The trajectory of your shot initially seems to line up with it, but as it approaches, it's increasingly clear that you’re just a bit off.
The annihilatory interaction you were hoping for happens not as your wave of fire disperses. Pighammer’s [Thunder Palm], left unimpeded, strikes Eastern Fog with a deafening boom, dealing a decent amount of damage and interrupting his cast. The sight makes you recoil a bit, as your hands start to tremble slightly.
You missed.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK. What’s going to happen now?
“Should I run?”
“How could I fuck up NOW?”
An unbroken stream of such thoughts bombards your mind. If you were alone, there’d be no problem. You’d just flee and come back another day. But now, you're with a party. You have your own weight to pull. Each one of you is somewhat responsible for one another. In this regard, it’s no different from a regular job, and that thought leaves you with a feeling of abject bitterness, and to some extent… Fear. Mistakes mean getting chewed out. That’s how it’s been for you your whole life.
You brace for what you think is about to come, but…
“Change of plans, boys! Distant Cloud, [Flame Wall] at 3 o’clock, behind the healer. Stormgale, [Shield Bash]. Veiled Leaf, bring the crossbow to the healer.”
Skyfrost’s callouts bring you back to reality. There is no hint of anger or annoyance in his voice. Only the calm collected attitude of a strategist.
