"Yeah, I know, I fought it dozens of times." In the game. This was totally different, but, he still knew what it was, and how to kill it (even if he couldn't actually kill it). It could die, and that was the important thing.

What was even more important at that particular moment was getting somewhere the thing's frost breath couldn't turn them both into icicles. "That thing breathes at this table and you're as good as dead, so please, let's find something better to hide behind. A counter or a closet or something." He grabbed Gabe's hand and tugged, the urgency apparent in both his tone and posture.