Ranged Support
Only Felinus's Elven ears would be able to hear Tanamar so well over sword, spell, and shouting. The young hero's direction was clearly intended for him, alone.
They were strange tactics... even for a human. But they were logical. With each seal destroyed, the creature's ability to resist the song their bows sang fell drastically. When the final seal was broken, though the Throne Giant's power would surge tremendously, its ⌈Mana Ward⌋ was likely to shatter, leaving it vulnerable.
"It feels like our arrows are doing jack shite!!" An Iron-Rank Hunter yelled.
"Keep firing!" Tanamar ordered, "The giant is wasting concentration on blocking our ranged attacks. He'll start casting Fourth-Circle spells if we let up!"
The other Hunter's face paled with the new knowledge and his rate of fire increased.
Humans always needed a motivation to perform to the best of their ability. Some found it easily. Some needed not-so-gentle reminders.