God, yeah, it feels like I'm the only one who doesn't have any freakin' clue what to do here. And there are all these kids running around all gung-ho with swords and laser guns and whatever-- It's insane. Meanwhile the most helpful thing I could probably do right now is get myself gored by that thing, which would maybe slow it down for three whole seconds.

[Just then the ground shakes and the bones rattle, some of them sliding down from the top of the heap. Connor climbs to his feet to peer around the barricade and assess the status of the battle: the minotaur is still across the room, lashing out at the fighters and brawlers that try to surround him. He quickly ducks back down, his heart hammering against his rib cage.]

Update: we haven't been annihilated yet.