Old School Striking King was having a wonderful time beating them up.
The last time she had enjoyed a fight this much was when she had pummeled Ji Lanyuan back in Oaises.
Perhaps because her performance that time had been too spectacular, though, very few people had been willing to fight her at close quarters ever since.
No, nobody was even willing to face her one-on-one.
Old School Striking King understood that, too. Nobody would willingly fight a priest whose strength rivaled a knight's, who could heal herself instantly, and whose mana was practically inexhaustible.
But she no longer even had a chance to charge to the front of the battlefield!
There was no helping it. A priest as outstanding as her was someone every team would fight to get their hands on.
She was also the clan's trump card for turning things around even when they fell behind on the battlefield... stationed in the rear, she could resurrect someone in three seconds as soon as she left combat.
Now, even her position within the priest corps was arranged somewhere convenient for retreat.
The moment things looked dire, she had to stop fighting and fall back, ready to put enough distance between herself and the enemy to leave combat.
As long as Old School Striking King had any sense of responsibility, she could no longer stand on the front line and steal kills from the knights like she used to.
She had been feeling positively stifled lately... mainly because Perfect Baldhead and Xiao Liuliu had drastically reduced their time online, leaving her and Rainfall on the Mortal Realm to handle much of the clan's business.
Once she had shouldered that responsibility, trying to act shamelessly again really became a case of... the spirit being willing, but the flesh being weak!