Holy Light wreathed the Warhammer, like a sacred bolt of divine punishment drawn down from the heavens, striking straight at Nakas's forehead.
As the Holy Light touched his spidersilk cloak, its radiance sank into purple-black smoke. Nakas transformed into a shadow once more, evading Byron's attack.
"Damn it, if only Ellen were here. I should've asked him for a pouch of Revealing Dust beforehand."
The Troll assassin was like a greased pig, even harder to catch than a sewer rat.
Byron had just unleashed Crusade and Judgment together. No other Level Four Warrior could possibly have dodged that combo.
I got careless. Byron waited for an opening, his eyes fixed on the shadow roaming the deck.
The golden wings and the Holy Light radiating from his Warhammer slowly faded. Byron had paid the price for his recklessness.
With all his burst skills spent, he could only play support.
For Byron, the transition from carry to benchwarmer was just that smooth.
Leonard had no time to scold Byron. Nakas's reaction speed had exceeded his expectations.
Reckless though Byron was, once he unleashed his full burst, no Class Practitioner below Level Four could possibly escape unscathed.
From that, the Zandalari Troll assassin was clearly no weaker than anyone on their side.
His willingness to board the command ship alone was proof enough of his confidence and strength.
Leonard exchanged a glance with Byron, who slipped behind him.
Nakas flicked his twin daggers, slowly moving along the edge of the deck.
"David, let's go!" Leonard roared.
Before his words had faded, David's eyes turned blood-red.
The burly man let out a furious roar, his powerful muscles changing from bronze to dark red.
Murder filled David's eyes. A searing red glow hovered over his dark red skin, making him look like a raging beast.