My ring-wielding hero, having discarded his torn upper body armor and shield, executed a smooth roll. The dust kicked up by the explosion and collisions clung to him like a cape, tightly following him.
The Wizard's pacing was decent, but the fiery massacre overwhelmed the frontline Great Knights; as their defensive formation automatically crumbled, the pursuing Snake People Soldiers found facing the Wizard hardly troublesome.
The large-scale opposition was forcibly turned into a series of small, scattered street fights.
This actually suited the Undead's style of combat better; aside from professional studio teams that built the most efficient camps for the sake of efficiency, the vast majority of players only sought thrills and cool moments in the game.
When everyone is the protagonist, everyone ends up as cannon fodder.
For my ring-wielding hero, being dispersed made it easier for him to excel; forcing him to collaborate with ordinary Undead suppressed his combat power.
