"What are we going to do, Olga?!"
"Olga?"
Some of her teammates also spoke up.
The clap still echoed in my ears when I realized my hands had stopped moving, sword frozen mid-guard. Minions pressed in from all sides, their bark-crusted jaws snapping at the tanks like dogs biting into a fence, but I couldn't hear them.
My throat dried as I turned toward Olga, waiting for her to say something, or else I'll take charge of her guild, and she didn't disappoint.
"Everyone fall back!" she bellowed, her voice ripping across the chaos like a whip. "We're not holding this shit here! Get your asses back toward Mok Town, cut our losses! Two hundred feet west!"
She clicked her tongue.
