I didn't seen an obvious solution to the Prince of Bones either, to be honest. The illusion of him Masego was providing made it clear why: we were dealing with, essentially a corpse encased in what had to be a few hundred pounds of steel. It looked like armour, but it wasn't. Just layers upon layers of metal, moved by the necromancy buried safely deep within. Worse, that steel was layered with enchantments and whatever devilries the Dead King could muster. Running away wasn't usually an issue, the Prince was slow on the move, but when you couldn't run? Even the Pilgrim hadn't been able to put him down, and the man had a Choir whispering tricks in his ear.

- Book 6, Chapter 75: Desolation