Moonlight Beauty spurred her mount forward and charged headlong into the enemy ranks. Ironblood Falcon and his companions froze, caught off guard. Before they could react, the female warrior leapt from her horse, drew her massive two-handed greatsword, and made a beeline for Ironblood Beastmaster.
"Human players! Kill them!" Ironblood Falcon shouted, snapping out of his daze.
Behind her, another mounted figure appeared—this one clad in gleaming armor. A Paladin.
Falcon cursed under his breath. Terrible timing. They'd just finished clearing a monster pack and hadn't even fully recovered their health. Worse yet, their only healer—Ironblood Dirge, was running on barely half her mana.
Only two of them, and they still chose to engage? Bold—or foolish. Either way, something didn't feel right.
