Wild Granny
"What just happened?"
"Why are the two tanks acting like this?"
"Wait, they are attacking their own team members?"
"Woah! Look at the other players near the two tanks, they seem to be standing still like they are frozen?"
"Idiot! That's not frozen! That's called being paralyzed!"
Players from both inside the battleground and outside the battleground started sweating profusely as they watched the previously standstill fight, now crumbling one-sidedly.
And at the center of this chaos, was a red-clothed figure whose movements were a complete blur. Only the shine from her two daggers was visible.
The battle that was happening in perfect formation with the tanks at the front, the healers holding them strong and long-range attackers doing chip damage, had suddenly fully devolved.
Within a second, the Dragons no longer had that iron wall in front of them and the reason for this, they all seemed to be poisoned.