Striders. the. of. pit.

SSF

I hate, with a passion, and it continues to grow, these abyssal horse expletives.

You get one with the mana ring of doom, and its just the most annoying fight ever. Horse comes in at mach 10. MACH 10.

My character jogging.

This horse bitch ain't even hasted- I actually don't understand why it was so fast. Why warp when you can just sprint it. Did you ask for a beer? Kapow, I am here dear(deer? horse, its a stretch) with your beer.

Then hes got some extra chaos damage(yeeeaaarrrrggggggg).

I noticed him right before the crippling fear set in, right before the world became a blur as he cleared the distance between us- the cocking of the shotgun, one handed, a quick wink and dumb toothy horse smile.

I knew as soon as I saw the pixelated sunglasses. Horse cackle lit the air, all my hairs stood on end, even the lower ones.

In the end I stood in victory, exhausted. All the loot was worthless. I didn't want to ever dodge roll again, my legs ached of too much horse dodging rolling prowess.

My screams of spear fear were still echoing throughout the cavern.

I had won, but I knew another horse- just like this one, was in my future. I couldn't smell it, cause everything smelled like deadass- but I knew it was there. This time however, I had my secret weapon.