While turning my valiant last stand into an episode of The Three Face-Mutilating Stooges, though, I have another realisation: I don’t mind that I’m likely headed for a full do-over. Kniles has beaten me multiple times by this point, and I’ve basically had to cheese my way through other battles, making it out by the skin of my teeth.
I can’t stop laughing.Īs this unfolds, I know that my strategy isn’t reliable or sustainable, since enemies don’t slip on ice all that often, and that my doom is still inevitable due to my party’s general squishiness and glaring lack of a dedicated healer.
I manage to slay a servant, so now they’re also doing their slapstick comedy routine on top of a corpse. The end result? Kniles and two of his servants keep tripping over themselves, right into bubbly morasses of green goop. Just for funsies, I also have my geomancer, an eight-foot-tall lizard man named The Red Prince, toss a few puddles of poison into the mix. Then I take advantage of the freshly-damp terrain with her blizzard ability, damaging clustered enemies and turning patches of nearby ground to ice.
I have my enchanter, Lohse, start conjuring up rainstorms.
