The guild elites crammed onto the narrow stone wall quickly realized they couldn't surround Ethan. There wasn't enough space up here, not with dozens of bodies crowding the rampart. At the front, two barbarian Shield Tanks charged at him with their massive shields raised.
"Charge?" Ethan's deep voice rumbled with scorn. "Let me show you what a real charge looks like."
He crouched and launched himself forward, the ground shuddering beneath his colossal frame. Dust exploded upward in a choking cloud as he rocketed across the wall and smashed straight into the Shield Tanks. His enormous arms swung out, fists clenched like hammers.
"Heavy Strike!" he roared.
The blow landed with a pair of bone-rattling cracks. Both Shield Tanks were lifted off their feet and hurled backward, flailing helplessly through the air like broken kites before slamming into the players massed behind them.
