The morning air over Velika smelled of salt and forge smoke. Kaelen, a fresh-faced Human with more hope than sense, stood before the Adventurer’s Guild notice board. His new lance—polished, heavy, and unforgiving—rested across his back.
“I almost died,” Kaelen admitted.
“That’s a Lancer,” the Priest whispered. tera lancer guide
Kaelen paused. “No.”
“Third rule,” Seren said, lowering his lance. “Your back is a crime scene. Enrage the boss, sure. But never, ever turn your back. You have a ‘Backstep’ for a reason. Use it to reposition, not to run.” The morning air over Velika smelled of salt and forge smoke
“Excuse me,” he said to a grizzled High Elf leaning against the pillar. “I’m looking for the Lancer trainer.”
“Finish her!” he roared.
His health dropped to 15%. But no one else got hit.