Your party steps into the pillar of light and is whisked away. You all quickly arrive at the icy, ancient prison of Mor Gal. Before you can get your bearings, you hear the rattling and scraping of metal approaching you. Soon, the outline of an imposing figure covered in long, pointed blades becomes visible. It's your target: Oroku, the holder of the final stolen essence. In the blink of an eye, he charges with a dozen blades poised to skewer you. What do you do?