Perfect Baldhead had dreamed up all sorts of ways to ambush the enemy, including minor complications like an extra thief suddenly showing up.
As a Great Knight who could leap freely around the mast of a magic ship sailing at top speed and calmly dodge Umberlee's storm of fast, chaotic blows, Perfect Baldhead was very confident in his agility.
But he had never imagined that his first reaction upon seeing an enemy would one day be to wonder whether he could save them.
Seriously, he genuinely wanted to save them.
Otherwise, hadn't all this time spent lying in wait been wasted?
Sure, he was fully armed, but even reducing an enemy fleet to ashes amid laughter and conversation required some laughter and conversation first, didn't it?
Having the enemy croak before he did a thing might be wonderful in real life, but in a game, it was fucking bullshit!
Perfect Baldhead was deeply dissatisfied. He even tapped out several complaints on his tablet... although his mind was on saving them, his body honestly stayed completely still.
After all, who knew whether the lightning would really kill them? Besides... what if that little idiot of a thief dragged another unlucky bastard over?
Old School Striking King asked with interest, "Are they rocking out under a Lightning Storm to see who dies first?
"So... are they dead?"
"Probably gone." Perfect Baldhead craned his head for a look. "That stupid thief really is frantically shoving them!
"Their body was still stiff when I looked just now, but it's gone limp... oh~ probably cooked."
Old School Striking King was genuinely startled. "That useless? Surely not?"
"Have you forgotten that this world's original power ceiling was Joss, or Glasya at most?
"But if it was just the Princess of Hell, Joss could still put up