Leave Mertz to Amulette

Amulette seemed to have a plan for handling Mertz, or else, she was just pretty enthusiastic about the prospect. Either way, you trusted her to keep him busy while you and your other ally took on Nil Riiche... and to have fun doing it.

"Keehehehehe! My pleasure. But be careful of that conniving conwoman. She has some malicious magic that remains mysterious, even to me," the party's witch warned you, looking over her cape's shoulder with a toothy grin, before turning her attention to the guard captain. "You're beneath me, bonehead. But I'll bury you in bones and be along my way!"

"There's not a soul in the kingdom who will fault me for cleaving a demon witch in two," Mertz laughed, swiping his sword through the air as though making a test stroke. "I'll cut that forked tongue out of your head first."

"Twould be terrible loss! Not a soul from sea to sea has my supreme skill for salacious wordplay!" Amulette snickered, before raising her hands and pulling two skeletons up from the black fog pooling at her feet. "If you're so teeming with testosterone, why not test your talents against two of my toughest?"

"Ugh. I really do need to shut that one up," Mertz growled, preparing himself to face a necromancer's army.