"Protect the DJ!"
"Direct the VIP to the exit!"
I gotta admit, the guy might be a total tool, but he turned out to be a real pro; he was trying to do his job while blood poured from his nose like a busted fountain.
"Elenora, block the exit!"
This was one of the biggest comforts our mage provided after joining the party; she had strengthened our hand when it came to locking those flighty mobs into a specific area, up until this very moment.
"Let me finish this, I'll take a look in a bit!"
Our girl had sat down at an empty table and was pouring herself neat whiskey into a glass. A few of the bodyguards had separated the DJ from his crew and were dragging him toward the door on the far side of the backstage from us.
"Elenora, freeze the door!"
No matter how hard Max busts his ass, it's no use; we have to go back to the old style again.
"Toraman!"
