On the shores of Clontarf East, metal clashed. Players versus players. Orkney Vikings and Mann Vikings versus the Dal Mais. Blood was shed. Magical spells were casted. On the sea, the Viking army were being ambushed by mages, whittling down their numbers and evening out the odds on land. The sheer scale of the conflict was such that despite technically fighting alongside Dal Mais and Marchad, William had no idea where they were. He was in his own group fighting his own battle.
"Whirlwind Strike!" William sliced away fire spell after fire spell. Being a warrior of mighty physical strength, his skills cost very little in terms of mana, so he was able to swing away and lean on his natural MP regeneration. Every minute, he gained 54 MP. Whirlwind Strike cost 6 MP each.
"Whirlwind Strike! Whirlwind Strike!"
