Starter Event (Part 2)

The Blood Orc roared and bared his large, sharp, and gnarled fangs at us. Wielding a giant war axe, the Blood Orc swung it around, wiping out many players' health with ease. Many players were charging in without thinking, and were easily losing health and dying.

From the back of the crowd of players, someone yelled at the top of their lungs, and seemed taller than everyone else.

"ATTENTION, EVERYONE! IF WE WANT TO DEFEAT THIS BOSS, WE NEED TO HAVE FORMATION!" The person yelled, "Melee classes, in the front! Rangers in the middle, and cleric and mages in the back! Clerics should heal anyone who's low on HP, rangers and mages are to give backup to the melee users!" the man spoke with such authority, that everyone immediately followed the man's orders.

"I feel like I've seen them somewhere before…" I thought to myself, while getting into position. While everyone was regrouping, the Blood Orc had regained all of it's lost HP, and we were back at square one, just now with a better plan. All of the melee classes towards the Blood Orc, the assassins aiming for the Orcs heels and vital muscles, the Swordsmen went for slashes and stabs, slowly draining the Orcs health, and the rangers and mages gave cover from the back.

I had no idea where my friends were. Hopefully they were still fighting alongside the rest of us, somewhere close. I knew that Ranger and Cleric were probably safe, but I was worried about Swordsman and JeanPierre. Of course, they had potions, so I wasn't all that worried, but I just hoped that they hadn't died in that first wipe-out attack.

I had gotten ready, and was now joining the other assassins in slicing up the Blood Orc's ankles. Soon, the mighty Blood Orc had fallen to his knees, and both the swordsmen and the assassins moved in, doing as much damage as possible. I didn't want to reveal my skills to the general public, as I wasn't fond of the idea of being famous, at least not yet. Even so, I continued to attack the Blood Orc.

20 DMG… 17 DMG... 25 DMG… 31 DMG... My damage felt so low compared to the massive amounts of damage I did with my lucky skills. I truly was grateful for them, but it was just impossible to use them. I didn't want to end up like those characters in novels, where they use their stupidly overpowered abilities in the eyes of the public, and end up becoming sought after and tracked down, and eventually a celebrity. No thanks, I'm not about that life.

We continued attacking the Blood Orc, and after 30 seconds of it being downed, the monstrous orc had healed his wounds and had gotten back up. By now, over 50k of it's health had been drained, and it was getting dangerously close to going into its second phase, and everyone was already nearing low health. I myself only had 45 HP remaining. Everyone knowing this, we all chugged some potions and brought ourselves to full health, and began preparing for the Raid Boss' second stage. All of our assassins spammed their slash skills, doing as much damage as possible, and the mages and rangers rained down hellfire, in both arrows and basic magic.

74k HP...

70k HP...

68k HP...

64k HP...

62k HP…

The Blood Orc let out a vicious battle cry, as his eyes glowed a menacing bright red, and his muscles expanded and inflated like balloons. The Blood Orc was drooling at the teeth, like a wild animal hungry for prey. The Blood Orc had entered its second phase.