The monsters on the Third Layer were worlds stronger than those on the previous two.
The mobs along the way had so much health they were nearly impossible to damage. The entire party's formation ended up with Young Lord Shawn and Master Rory charging ahead as tanks, Madam Whitlock providing support right behind them, and the other players hanging far back to spectate, slack off, and do basically nothing. They would, however, occasionally spam the party channel with words of encouragement.
[Barron] Guild Leader, Guild Leader, best DPS! Lord Rory, Lord Rory, wreck his ass! Mr. Whitlock, Mr. Whitlock, heal the whole team...
[Bumblebee] Lord Rory is awesome! Wreck it—
The monsters on the Third Layer were humanoid. Master Rory often got in close, knocking them airborne and comboing them to death, a sight that got everyone's blood pumping.
