Last time, on Losing It in Dark Souls, we managed not to make the crass joke that was begging to be told. Seriously, that took some willpower. We also lowered the lava level in the Demon Ruins, allowing us to progress onwards towards the whole saving the world thing. I’m sure that’s worth something, too.
With the Ceaseless Discharge (hehe) gone, this is what the landscape before me looks like now. Considering this was flooded in molten magma just minutes ago, the stone underfoot should be hot enough to cook me all the way through in the stockpot that is my armor. I’ve never let something so minor as the laws of physics keep me down. I stride onwards, down the hill, and find myself faced with a choice of two paths when I reach the bottom.
The path to my right has something shiny on it, but it looks suspiciously like the way I’m supposed to go. The path to the left has at least seven big hulking monstrosities on it, who are more than ready to turn me into some sort of ugly paste.
Eh, but who wants to go the way you’re supposed to? There’s adventure to be had! I arrow the nearest one. It doesn’t do any damage, but it draws the monster’s attention. The beast charges.
Hey, I recognize you. It’s the Taurus Demon, from way back in the Undead Burg! My eyes dart around rapidly as he approaches, but nope, there’s no easily accessible ledge to abuse this time around. A pity. I’ve absolutely no experience in fighting these guys fair.
Luckily, I’ve grown considerably stronger than I was the first time I faced these. Two hits puts it in critical condition. The demon clocks me with that great axe of his once in the meantime, though, and sends me flying. Dude’s strong. Still, he’s slow, and his tells are long. I easily duck around his blows and put him down with a third strike.
After that, I feather another, and start the whole process over again.
Obviously, it’d be suicide to charge them all together. More than one, maybe two, at a time, I’d be minced. Luckily they’re not very smart.
Strong, yes. Intimidating, maybe the first one. But their grasp of tactics is minimal.
This turns it into a battle of attrition. Their numbers against my estus. I take a few hits here and there, but it’s still decidedly in my favor.
The second to last one is even kind enough to leave his weapon behind. I’ll need to give that a try, sometime.
I charge the final one, ready for our climactic battle. He hits me once, dealing damage through my shield. Not nearly enough, though, and I put him down as easily as the rest.
Lost to the Aether 