Then came the Gunship Battle. The enemy ship didn't fire a single cannon. Zaxxi Shadowstepped across the gap before the boarding rope dropped, killed all twelve enemies, the battle mage, and the commander before the NPCs finished their opening yell.
He didn’t use a rotation. He used a detonation .
“My patience has its limits,” sighed Grol’dah, the raid leader, his orcish shoulders slumping. “We’re not clipping the GCDs on the Soul Reaper swaps. We’re just too slow.” no gcd wow 3.3.5
The next pull, he unbind everything.
And that’s why we can’t have nice things, champion. The GCD is love. The GCD is life. Then came the Gunship Battle
The Lich King dropped to one knee. "No... this is not... skill ..."
By the time they reached the Lich King’s throne room, Zaxxi wasn't walking. He was vibrating. A blur of leather and daggers. He had stopped using energy. He had stopped using logic. He had become a single, infinite instruction: . He didn’t use a rotation
Zaxxi grinned. “Yeah, but what if the server forgot the law?”
Lord Marrowgar started his Bone Storm animation, but before the first visual frame of the whirlwind finished rendering, Zaxxi had landed eighty-seven attacks. The lich’s construct didn’t even get to spawn his spikes. He just melted. A pile of bones in 0.5 seconds.
“Don’t be stupid,” snapped the holy paladin. “The GCD is the law. One ability, then a heartbeat, then another.”