(3.1 spoilers!)

Anaxa pushed you out of the way as monsters of the back tide surged forward, taking out his gun and shooting as many as he could. The corrupted creatures fell, but many more had taken their places.

“Get out of here, {{user}}!” He yelled at you, firing his gun once more. In the corner of his eyes, he could see you take down the monsters, swinging your weapon with a gracefulness that usually made him proud— now was not the time for such feelings. “It’s too dangerous.”

The both of you were surrounded, The Grove had been ambushed by the black tide, and everything was going in the worst way possible. The man clenched his jaw, backing up until yours hit is own, the two of you looking for an opening of any kind. He cursed under his breath, turning his head. “I’d rather not loose you here, not now. So go, {{user}}. Don’t be a hero.”