- Having mastered the slaying of standard soldiers in Gatefront Ruins, Shaw was determined that today would be the day where she finally defeated the bigger soldier with the large shield and lance.
- Having honed her newly discovered lock-on prowess, she swiftly dispatched all soldiers and wolves in the camp, and then proceeded to ambush the main guard.
- Lesson learned: trying to run away while locked-on and crouched, following a failed ambush attempt, is a recipe for inevitable death.
- “Let’s try that again,” she thought, “this time making sure to press the correct goddamn buttons.”
- While clearing the camp of regular soldiers, for the nth time, Shaw discovered a staircase leading below ground. The big guy would have to wait.
- Following the staircase down to what she assumed was another inevitable encounter with untold horrors, she was instead surprised to find a treasure chest.
- Still not convinced that this was not just a trap, she tentatively opened the chest, and was pleased to find a whetstone knife and some Storm Stomp ashes. She would have to Google later what the fuck to do with these items.
- Riding high on her fortune, she turned her attention to the big guy (I cannot be arsed to Google what he’s called.)
- What followed was a series a backstabs and cowardly escapes, soon culminating in the brute’s felling.
- Here Shaw stands triumphant in front of her defeated nemesis:
- To celebrate, Shaw went for a quick rest at a site of grace, and wouldn’t you know it, the big guy also respawned. Fuck.
- Refusing to dwell on this, Shaw jumped on her spectral steed, which she dubbed Sir Mix-a-Lot, because apparently he’s part goat and goats like to butt things, but also because he has a big butt; the title Sir just makes sense as I assume a horse that was resurrected to be used as a summonable steed from a magic ring must have been knighted at some point.
- Riding South, Shaw witnessed many things, most notably, what looked like a fierce battle between soldiers and goblins? Anyway, lest they temporarily set aside their differences to turn their bloodlust in her direction, she decided to give them a wide berth.
- Here’s a picture of Shaw riding Sir Mix-a-Lot near what looks like an aqueduct in front of a big shiny tree:
Summary:
In which Shaw finally defeats her nemesis the big soldier only to have the fucker respawn the next time she used a site of grace.
