The rankers reorganized themselves into a proper battle formation after PinkLotus's first attack took 25 of them out.
"Shields up!" a knight barked, his voice carrying above the tension in the air.
*Thud*
Listening to his command, the tanks immediately fell into position, forming a solid wall of shields.
Behind them, rogues and swordsmen crouched, ready to strike when the moment came, while mages at the rear prepared their spells.
"Now! Let's mount the pressure, she's just one individual and will crumple under our combined assault!" a rogue hissed, gripping his blades tight.
Without hesitation, a volley of arrows and magic surged toward PinkLotus. Fire, ice, and arcane energy lit up the battlefield, the force of their combined attack aimed directly at her body.
