Damon did not bother with the long-range and took the fight right to the undead. The rewards were probably dependent on how many NPCs he could save, and if he was going to attempt this quest, then he might as well go for the max rewards.
Damon lunged into the horde like a man possessed. His feet pounded the earth as he crashed straight into the thickest cluster of undead, shadow daggers flashing like twin stars. The air exploded in a mess of ichor and twisted bone.
One slash to the throat. Spin. Backstep. Blink. Elbow to the jaw. Follow-up stab through the eye socket.
[Combo Chain Extended: x7]
[Aggro Redirection Successful: +15 Morale to Nearby NPCs]
He was a storm. Not a defender. Not a savior. Something darker. Something hungry.
"Wait. Why am I using shadow attacks?" Damon grinned as he started to switch to the skills he had robbed from the priest and the paladin players.
