Halmut's Descent into Insanity

"Grixor…" After a long period of silence among the gods at Glacier Keep, Torian finally got up and approached his long-time friend. "What's the matter? Still got that on your mind?"

"Yeah… I can't forget about it…" Grixor mumbled.

"Well, you don't need to forget it but you shouldn't get hung up on it."

Nodding, Grixor sighed and finally looked away from the mystery man, "I know… It's just… How was it so easy for him?"

"Well, given his many affinities that compliment each other to create a single powerful thrust, it would make sense that he can deal a lot of damage. But he's also one of those glass-cannon heroes," argued Torian, trying to cheer up his pal. "Sure, they can deal a lot of damage but they break with a single hit. That's all you have to remember. If he attacks you, wouldn't a trading blow be best in your case?"

"Not a bad strategy…" Grixor took a deep breath as he felt a bit better. "I'll remember that for later."