>>5284383>>5284373>>5284365>>5284364>>5284353>>5284348>>5284342>>5284341>Ask if Emilia might distract him, just for a moment. Even if it won’t trick him, perhaps the mimic can still help.“Emilia–might you distract him for just a moment? Please?” You plead beneath your breath. “I think I can stir up some help, but it will take some time.”
“You serious? <span class="mu-i">Alone</span>, Alphonse?” She echoes, her mouth agape as she sizes the beast up. “I.. fine, fine. I’ll give you thirty seconds. But any longer than that and I’ll end up smearing the flowers red.”
You had thought to hope for more, but you’ll have to make do with that–half a minute to draw up what you can of the mimic. As the berserker breaks forward into a charge with the greatsword up, you duck back past her and back along the hill to the sight of where the mimic had first been cut down. The clang of steel behind you alerts you to the exchange of swords. You don’t waste time turning around to gawp.
You examine the flowers along the hill–.. and you see none of the mercurial slime about the flowers. Where did it go..?
>Check where Millicent lies with the cruciform.>Check by the ruined cenotaph.>Try to walk about calling for it.>Write-In. 