The mark appeared at the edge of the pale blue glow, not directly in front of the enemy party, but slightly to the right of their ranger. The angle mattered. From there, the tank would not need to win a duel or hold the whole lane. He only needed to make one player take one bad step.
The tank from Party Seventeen understood the moment he saw the ping. He lowered his shield, slipped into the mist, and let the egg light catch only the edge of his armor.
Swift Arrow noticed the movement too late.
At first, he thought it was another ant leg cutting through the haze, so he drew his bow and shifted his aim by instinct. The shape in the mist straightened instead, and a shield came into view with a player crouched behind it.
"Enemy player?" Swift Arrow muttered.
"Taunt," the tank whispered.
The skill hit before Swift Arrow could finish raising his bow.
