Once you land one M1, you own the tempo.
Everyone around him was a clone. Giants in thick iron plate, wielding colossal Greatswords, relying on the passive armor of their equipment to save them from their own mistakes. Kael hated them. He hated the clang of metal on metal, the sluggish swing speeds, the "trading" gameplay that turned combat into a numbers game of health pools. light weapon build deepwoken pvp