Martin had joined a vanguard that operated nothing like Night Espresso's usual formation.
Plume handled the shot-calling himself, tracking every party, ship, and skill moving across the battlefield. For all his eccentric behavior, he commanded the Storm Guild like a seasoned captain. His orders reached every corner of the formation, and after unleashing his Guild Skill, he had become the center of the entire assault.
Martin would have liked to watch the vanguard work for a little longer. Their coordination was impressive, especially with so many players fighting from separate ships while the Sea Dragon Monster thrashed between them, but he was already out of time.
Storm's Tanks had drawn the creature into the center of their formation, though keeping something that large in one place was another matter. Every sweep of its body sent waves crashing into nearby ships, while the wound left by the guild's earlier attack kept disappearing behind walls of seawater.
