Lessons learned:
- Anyone may ambush. Even, say, Carnies. And unlike usual encounters, where you can set up and be ready and have some “frighteningly effective” scrapper to draw enemy fire, in an ambush they come right after your sorry squishy ass, Healing Aura and Green Chiclets notwithstanding.
(Yes, that means Psi-clone is that much slowed on his march to 50, dagnabbit.) - If you’re going to join a PUG, it’s better to be the highest level person rather than the lowest level person. Especially if it means most of the bad guys are blues and whites, with an occasional yellow. Good eats, heroic stances, and not much chance of face planting even when everyone else is trending orange and running away (or just out of a bad melee and charging forward to the next rather than resting first).
(Yes, late night — later than I really wanted, but couldn’t quit the team in mid-Frostfire — fun with Amethyst Crown, who dinged 14 — in time to get a travel power to replace the soon-to-be-out-of-gas jingle jet.)