Esteemed denizens of the arena,
It is with a sense of profound dismay and deep chagrin that I must elucidate the manifold failings and woeful inadequacies of the Holy Priest in the savage theater of battle that is Player versus Player combat. In ages past, the Holy Priest has stood as a venerable bastion of healing—revered for wielding the Light’s grace with an unassailable fortitude. Alas, what was once a position of transcendent support and subtle resilience has now decayed into a pitiful shadow of its former glory, a caricature of healing ineptitude, riddled with vulnerabilities as numerous as the stars in Azeroth’s night sky.
Permit me, if you will, to enumerate but a few of the agonies that afflict the Holy Priest in its present PvP manifestation. First and foremost is the question of durability—or rather, the lack thereof. A Holy Priest, endeavoring to stand stalwart amidst the tumult of enemy assaults, is akin to a fragile reed braving the gale winds of Arathi: beset upon all sides, shorn and shattered with pitiful ease. One needs but a scant few moments under enemy focus, and even the most meticulously clad Holy Priest will crumple like parchment under fire. It is an ignominy, a travesty that bespeaks a cruel oversight in the balancing of holy defenses.
Secondly, let us dwell upon the sluggishness, the ponderous incantations that Holy Priests must employ to mend their allies’ wounds. Where other healers stride with alacrity and deftness, their spells swift and mercifully efficient, the Holy Priest is left fumbling with cast times as archaic and cumbersome as a mage’s forgotten scrolls. Their arsenal is bereft of the tools needed to ensure survival in moments of dire extremity—no shields to match those of the discipline’s ilk, no versatile maneuvers to evade death’s clutches, no instant reprieves to turn the tides of battle.
Moreover, I must highlight the Holy Priest’s utter lack of defensive capabilities, an insufficiency so egregious as to verge on the comical. Where is the ability to mitigate damage, to rebuff attackers with even a semblance of deterrent? It is as though we enter the arena clad not in divine light but in tissue paper, laid bare to the slightest gust of hostile intent. Even our “Guardian Spirit,” intended as our trump card in the game of survival, is a frail balm indeed, swiftly dispelled or countered by opponents who scarcely break a sweat in doing so.
In conclusion, I implore the developers to revisit the plight of the Holy Priest with the urgency it warrants. Restore unto us our fortitude, imbue our spells with the vigor and swiftness necessary to sustain the relentless pace of modern arena combat. Let us not languish in this benighted state, a healer in name but a hapless casualty in truth. For if not, the Holy Priest shall remain but a relic—a pitiable symbol of what once was, and of what could, with a generous touch of balancing, yet be.
Yours in fervent supplication,
A beleaguered Holy