“Guy’s I’m really sorry, Radiance just didn’t go off after that tank buster!” The voice of Arcea, the party’s healer, echoed through the silent entryway to the dungeon they’d been progressing through.
Semicolonthree, the Half-Cat Crusader who had the job of party tank, ignored the Human Nun’s apology, instead he opened a menu to inspect his gear. This had been their third wipe this dungeon and his gear was in dire need of repair.
“Sorry isn’t gonna pay to repair my shield Arcea.” He finally responded to the girl. “What are you gonna do about that?”
“Um, uh.” Arcea stammered.
“What do you think she should do boys?” He looked back towards the three damage dealers of the party. “Surely there’s something she can do to to compensate us.”
The dps players snickered to each other, then began to remove their own damaged armor.
“That’s a very good idea.” Semicolonthree chuckled and removed his helmet. “Tell you what Arcea, you help us *unwind* and I’ll forgive you for causing that wipe.”
She was redfaced as her party’s toned muscles slowly began to surround her.
“A-Alright. That… seems fair.”