Why do people play warriors?

[Caogold-eonar]

Warrior smash.
This is the way.

[Kelliko-garona]

Because it’s one of two jobs for this race that allows the wearing of a steel bikini. And I don’t care for the gameplay of Death Knights very much.

I never claimed to be deep.

[Yurths-sisters-of-elune]

I play fury and I like it because of the fast and fun rotations. The tool set is great, with enough variety to be interesting, but not overwhelmly so and survivablity is really good. Also charge.

[Rouxgaroux-thrall]

Cause they are OP af.

[Udoeak-dathremar]

Warriors are like the guardsman from 40k. While there are things far surpassing us, we are the ones who ultimately hold the line and if we fall or fail, everything is lost. “Cadia broke before the guard did”

[Astroworld-turalyon]

1. They are fun
2. The fantasy is dope
3. They are never in a bad spot

[Chubbypengui-area-52]

Someone has to do all the hard work

[Life-bleeding-hollow]

listen man i ungabunga and bonk stuff really hard, sometimes yelling while doing it
what’s not to love

[Voltorch-thrall]

I like Fury’s mechanics. Especially whirlwind

[Floofshire-area-52]

Warriors are the most fun to play.

[Meezah-moon-guard]

@Bravado-emerald-dream

it’s the most basic boring bowl haircut kind of class in the game. i can understand prot, but really? Do you have no creatively? In a game full of magic fantasy demons fearies elves elemental blood powers, why would you want to play a dude that swings a stick and goes bonk

i dont get it, every other class can do the same thing but better and with cool things added like fire, frost, plague, blood, fel fire, ninja daggers, literally anything else.

I ask myself the same, but about races instead of classes when I see people playing as humans. Like, really? Such a fantastic world Blizzard created and you want to be a human of all things? I can understand elves, even if I personally hate elves in the WC universe, but at least they are somewhat more creative (even if only slightly) compared to humans lol

[Dremin-sargeras (Dremin)]

@Wulm-aerie-peak

One orc with an axe is, to date, the only mortal to actually hit Sargeras.

I’m guessing Illidan doesn’t count as a mortal, especially now with all that demon power. Who was the Orc?

As for OP, I really like the Warrior class. They might not be as flashy as other classes, but they’re a lot of fun. I do miss stance dance though. In Cata, my warrior was a Gnome in Arms. It was a beautiful sight watching him farm raids against massive dragons and such lol

[Evilbadguy-malganis (Evilbadguy)]

What is 40k some Japanese cartoon thing?

[Sokarg-deathwing (Sokarg)]

A wizard in a dress doesn’t give me the fantasy of being an Orcish juggernaut cutting down the enemies of the Horde.

[Presterjoe-shuhalo]

Sometimes I like a beef Crown Roast, with a side of delicate mashed potatoes and a rich gravy, some Brussels sprouts, early June peas, home made dinner rolls with Danish butter and a nice red Chianti to wash it all down.

Sometimes I just want a piece of beef jerky and a beer.

[Sil-hakkar]

@Bravado-emerald-dream

a dude that swings a stick and goes bonk

This is the best warrior class description ever

[Khyzu-wyrmrest-accord]

Haha big stick can go

W A C C

[Argadar-dalaran]

Because I would rather heroic leap, charge, send people fleeing with my battle cry , and bladestorm rather than spam frostbolt and then have to freeze myself because someone sneezed on me and I almost died

[Grellos-emerald-dream]

Because SMEEESHHH!

[Tacothebell-lightbringer]

I’ve always enjoyed the class fantasy of the warrior/fighter. The master of all weapons (minus wands) and armor who doesn’t have to rely on any kind of magic or stealth. That class fantasy went unfulfilled starting in Legion when warglaives were added and when fury had to suddenly care whether the weapons they used were a specific weapon type (2h). Warrior should be a master of ALL melee weapons.

I love being able to rush in (charge/heroic leap in this case) with weapons swinging and take things down with nothing but raw power (no magic or anything fancy, just brute strength).

One of my favorite descriptions of the warrior:

@Cairnage-greymane

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.