Rrew

<Murloc Stole my Transmog>

(EU) Tarren Mill

Blood Elf Blood Death Knight Level 70

My armor? Impeccable. My muscles? Sculpted from countless hours of tanking glory. My confidence? Well, let's just say it's as sturdy as my titanium-plated armor. My teammates? Mere mortals basking in the glory of my protective embrace.

In my world, threat meters are a mere suggestion, and taunting is an art form. Who needs guides or tutorials when you have sheer, unadulterated instinct like mine?

Sure, I might occasionally stand in the fire, but that's just to keep warm and show the mages how it's done. I've perfected the art of pulling mobs, even if it means bringing a few unexpected friends to the party. After all, what's a raid without a bit of spontaneity?