Sums it up quite nicely.
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Execute is possibly the most satisfying ability in the game.
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I also like the squishy sound effects
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I love my pandaren warrior, is as she is dancing with blades as she kills her enemies.
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I will say the OG Hammer of Wrath was more satisfying. That big ol’ smash sound effect was great.
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Try harder.
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As Arms, is execute the only spammable execute attack in the game? It’s super fun. Put up colossus smash and just keep whacking void scum with it.
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Storm Trooper >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Han Solo >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Luke Skywalker
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The concept of a warrior isn’t the most exciting thing, but the way the class plays is actually very fun. If you haven’t dropped multiple people with one sweeping strikes execute, or used warbreaker + bladestorm to do more damage than everyone else in your group combined, you may not get it. No other classes really feel as visceral or satisfying imo, maybe aside from Enhance shamans… but usually they just aren’t very good unfortunately. Warriors are usually pretty good in terms of balance and viability, so it’s a pretty easy pick for me.
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It’s not that difficult to understand, tbh. They want to be a plate-wearer class that fights with melee attacks, but they neither want to be an altar boy nor an emo.
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Why do people play mages? They are the bread and butter casters. Mundane to play and never in a bad spot.
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The lack of magic is what makes them interesting, taking on the worst the world has to offer with nothing but steel and willpower.
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https://wow.gamepedia.com/I_am_the_Warrior
I am the Warrior.
When you see me, I will, most likely, not be attired formally. I will be encased in my steel. It will be dirty, bloody, and battered. I do not have a quick tongue or eloquent speech. I know nothing of the manners of the King’s court, or the ettiquette of the formal ball.
I am known by many names. Tank. Meatshield. Fighter. Brawler. Corpse.
I am the Warrior.
I have not the capability, nor the inclination, to hide. I cannot strike from stealth with devastating blows, then fade into the darkness. I cannot incinerate a foe from twenty paces away. I cannot deal death from a distance, safe from the return attacks of my enemy. In order to kill, I must close with the enemy. I see his eyes. I smell his breath. I taste his fear. And he tastes mine.
I cannot bend Nature to do my bidding. I cannot tap into the Nether and force it to do what I command. I cannot study the arcane and master it to my control. I command nought but my mind, my body, and my will. It is by those, and those alone, that I stand or fall.
I have no friends on my journey. No walkers of the void, summoned from the Nether as servants and bodyguards. No loyal beasts of the plains or woods, to defend me and comfort me in my pain. My sole companion is my weapon. I must care for it better than any hunter has ever cared for his beast. I must master it more than any warlock has ever mastered his demon. Without me, it is useless. Without it, I am nothing.
I cannot heal. I cannot shield. I cannot call upon the gods and see my prayers answered. I call to the spirits of my ancestors in the heat of battle, and they are silent. My only ability to protect is to offer myself, my blood and bone and sinew, as a sacrifice. To draw the attacks of our foes. To take the blows that would kill a lesser being, and continue to fight on.
I cannot kill with the speed and grace of the rogue, the suddenness and shock of the hunter, or the flamboyance and power of the mage. When I kill, it is a slow business. Slow and bloody for all concerned, myself included. I fight on, pummeled and battered so that my companions may receive the glory of the kill and the wreaths of victory. If I die and they yet live, it is an expected sacrifice.
I come in all races, all sizes. I fight under a thousand flags, on a million battlefields. I am dismissed by the highborn, scorned by the noble, lectured by the priest, and forgotten by the peasant. Until the time when the trumpets of battle sound, and those who would destroy them come forth. And then the cry goes up…“Where, oh where, is the Warrior?”
Pray to your gods that I continue to answer that call.
Few do answer the call. Fewer still survive. It is a long and hard road, this way of the Warrior. Along it lie pain, and fear, and death. Scant rewards and scanter gratitude. At the end, for most, is an anonymous grave on some windblown battlefield. If they are lucky.
And yet, I fight on. I do not even know why. Perhaps for glory, perhaps for fame, perhaps for money, perhaps for my country, perhaps for my family. Perhaps it is simply all I know how to do. But fight I will. Whether you appreciate it or not. Whether you even notice it or not. I will be out there, on the battle lines. Fighting. Killing. Dying.
I am the Warrior.
Death is my business.
Be it yours…or mine.
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Warrior is the most melee class of all the melee classes. We deal physical dmg and bleeds.
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you can’t do anything a wariror does to his foes IRL without going to jail. so it’s still fantasy i guess.
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Have you read Berserk, the Black Swordsman?
Yeah… He’s an Arms warrior. More badass than any other WoW class.
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Well, lets face it. Without us Warriors on the front lines taking the brunt of the damage and still fighting strong after, you mages wouldn’t be able to sit back and cast your popsicles at the enemy.
Without us, you’d be 1 shotted.
You’re welcome.
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Warrior is fun. That’s why.
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My warlock is my main, but my dwarf warrior is my favorite, first character I ever made and I still play him today.
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I get to jump and zoom around everywhere, hitting everything in sight with a giant weapon in each hand. That’s really all you need.
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