The Lockstep

Skirmish music: nighttime mischief 2

The foe spawneth at the red marker. The realm's keep lieth at the gold.

A length-matched zigzag whose every limb endeth at the same instant. Sparks arrive in lockstep — a single thunderous salvo, for the artificer's hand brooketh no straggler. The hex-light and plasma-kin shrug off frost, yet they wither swiftly before the Pyre's flame — bring fire, lest the bosses run thy gates.