The Highland Jackals were terrifyingly fast. They moved with a lean, predatory grace that matched even the Flame Chargers ridden by SoulfireBlade and his team, which was exactly why Soulfire had been trapped in the first place. They could not outrun the pack, and they could not break it. Every attempt to push forward was answered with snapping jaws and flanking claws. It had become a grinding stalemate, the kind that slowly bled a team dry.
Marcus, however, was not trying to win that stalemate.
He leaned forward in the saddle, syncing his breathing with the rhythm of his mount. His high Agility and Speed stats surged into motion as if a switch had been thrown. He cut a wide arc across the barren field, deliberate and controlled, pulling aggro with surgical precision. One by one, over fifty Highland Jackals turned and locked onto him.
