When our tank dropped his first skill and unleashed his second, a visually very pleasing scene emerged; the foursome, who had been attacking accompanied by curses for a while, were floating in the air, each in a different direction.
I couldn't miss this opportunity; by launching an attack on the mobs who were dazed by the blow they took, I was going to vent all my anger on them.
"Help, they're here to beat us all up!"
"The owner called his guys!"
While we were laying into the mobs, Hookah Hose wasn't standing idle for a second either; realizing that one or two tables wouldn't be enough, he was trying to unleash every customer mob in the venue on us.
He wasn't struggling with this at all; since it was his own zone, he had manipulated all the Fallen with a single word.
"Who do you think you're messing with, boy!"
"Come on guys, let's take these down!"
