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#Killing floor 2 best class for boss fight full

The Berserker mostly eschews ranged weapons (though they do have a couple at their disposal) for the classics: spiked baseball bats, katanas, massive electronic gloves, a sawblade, shield and club, battleax, not a lightsabre (but is totally just a lightsabre), and a few more.

The Firebug uses fire and other inventive weapons (such as the Microwave gun) to damage, slow, and control the flow of Zeds and is particularly important on the highest difficulties (Suicidal and Hell On Earth) to allow the team to outmaneuver Zeds.

If you are new to FPS games, or you just don’t like aiming that much, the Medic is a great class because all of the medic weapons have a high-tech auto-aim function when aiming down sights.

The Field Medic is less responsible for culling Zeds (though they can certainly do that) and instead is more focused on using their healing abilities to keep the team alive, particularly during boss fights and more hectic waves.

Crucially, the commando also provides a “Zed time” (bullet-time slow-motion) bonus to the team, meaning the team will get more frequent and longer-lasting bouts of bullet-time, depending on the skill of the commando at landing headshots.

The Commando class leverages tactical movement and accuracy with rifles to manage crowds of smaller Zeds, keeping them from getting too close and overwhelming the team.Following is a list of its key features that keep me coming back time and time again.įirst, as a class-based game, there are currently ten classes to choose from. The core of KF2 is rock solid and provides a gameplay experience that is somehow unique while also having something for almost everyone. If any of those downsides sound like dealbreakers, please don’t write KF2 off yet, though.

#Killing floor 2 best class for boss fight full

Your hands, arms, and core scream a siren song of exhaustion, but you can’t stop, won’t stop - not until every last damn Zed abomination has been butchered, and your bank account is full of Dosh. Your katana swings so quickly that there is no blade, only the glowing arcs of its terrible destruction. Torsos, arms, legs, and heads seem suspended in the air as you carve a crimson path onwards. Your sword sings as you slash through muscle, bone, and metal alike as the screams of the lab-made abominations seem to stretch and contract with the ebb and flow of time. Like a cheetah striking its prey on the savannah (does that even still exist, you muse), you dive onwards into the melee. The approaching mass of monstrosities seem to slow, as if trapped in amber.

Steeling yourself, you grip your glowing neon katana tightly, and remind yourself of the secrets your master taught you all those years ago in that mountain-top graveyard. The figures shamble towards you under the moonlight, blades glinting and teeth gnashing, forming the visage of a nightmarish forest. The path ahead of you is narrow, yet closes further still with each passing second.