Guild war [2]

The war horns screamed across the canyon, the first war cries echoing off the jagged cliffs as the top guilds charged in unison.

Thousands of players, elite forces from the most powerful factions surged forward with absolute confidence.

Five players.

Just five.

The casual players spectating from the stream networks had already written Lord Doom's crew off. Some watched in morbid curiosity, others simply waited for the inevitable.

After all, how could five players hope to stand against thousands?

And then, it happened.

Very few saw it coming until they moved.

Like a whipcrack, they moved. No hesitation, no retreat.

Noah and his teammates had a basis for their confidence though. In a game where physics mattered, where the environment was a weapon, they had something their enemies did not.

Brains, and experience.