Watching the scythe-wielding warrior charge straight toward him, Ash001 felt a crushing wave of frustration press down on his chest.
No one wanted to be a coward. No one wanted to cower behind others like a cornered rat. In other games, Ash001 had built a reputation for himself. He was bold, reckless, the kind of player who thrived on danger and never backed down from a fight. People respected that. They called him a man's man.
If this were any other game, facing an opponent like this, a warrior radiating such overwhelming presence, he would have felt his blood ignite. He would have laughed, shouted his approval, shoved his own men aside, and charged forward without hesitation. Three hundred rounds, win or lose, it would not have mattered.
As long as the fight was good, death was a price he could accept.
But here, in Dominion, he was doing the exact opposite.
He was retreating.
