Disclaimer: I don't own the products or services associated with Blizzard; including World of Warcraft – this is merely an exercise with creativity
Author's Note: I still have self-confidence issues when I'm heals
Summary: this is it, you're done – the crackle of ozone and a hand hauls you up, pushes you forward/you got this/on self-confidence
You're still a little rusty – not quite confident with what you're doing. You're okay, but you're not great and you have heard the stories of this place.
(you can see yourself failing, and your party never going home again and it will be all your fault)
But you go in anyway because the party is supportive and the shaman has made it out by the skin of her teeth a couple of times and the hunter just cracks a grin at you and you try not to grimace at how it makes his tentacle beard wiggle.
As you predict, you're almost done with the whole freaking thing when you screw up and everybody's bleeding and scrambling to regroup when you trip and fall -
the monster leans over with a gaping, evil grin and this is it, you're done.
However, the druid catches her breath and the hunter manages to fire off one more shot with his mangled bow. There is the deathly crackle of ozone and the shaman helps you up, the rogue manages a suicidal leap and stabs your would-be murderer in the eye.
"On your feet there," the shaman says, hands red with magma. "We got this."
And you smile, because you do got this and none of these guys are laughing at you. They're laughing with you and firing arrows with their teeth and using broken swords for stabbing implements.
(and afterwards, you all go back to the inn and drink far too much stormhammer stout and they all marvel over how your basically bitch-slapped that one guy with your shield)