Ethan soared through the air above the rocky basin, Lyla held securely on his back. It was a bizarre game of aerial keep-away.
The moment the lumbering behemoth chased them to the basin's edge, Ethan would swing back around. Lyla would unleash a blistering volley of arrows. The creature, baffled, would turn its massive bulk and trundle back into the basin's depths. Then, Ethan would simply fly back over the ridge.
Frustrated by the terrain, the monster would try to skirt the basin's rim, attempting to flank them. That's where Leo and the others came in. Their job was to body-block, slow it down, and keep it tangled in the basin for as long as possible, while the ranged classes poured on the damage.
Rinse and repeat. An infinite, infuriating loop.
"Eighty percent! All melee, disengage now! Shield Tanks, you hold the line!" Ethan's voice crackled over the guild channel.
