Having just left [Storm King's Mausoleum], the player was heading down the main road toward Liurnia.
Many Doll Soldiers lay in ambush along the way, and at first, the player had nothing but contempt for them.
Just trash mobs!
Then four arms spun the player like a top.
"What the fu-!"
The Tarnished on the screen was flung away like a rag doll. Before he even hit the ground, another four arms caught up and unleashed a wild flurry of sword strikes.
Respawn.
Barely two steps later, three more four-armed Dolls sprang out of the bushes. These bastards hid themselves extremely well, waiting until the player passed before attacking. High attack speed, high mobility, and they could even flank...
Another savage beating.
Respawn.
This time, the player wised up and galloped straight through on Torrent.
But those Dolls ran faster than the horse. Once aggroed, they crawled along the ground on four arms like a swarm of spiders, chasing right behind the player.
"What kind of hellish design is this?!"
Cursing all the way, the player charged through one Doll-infested area after another.
In some places, the Dolls were packed together like crowds at a market, clump after clump, forcing the player to take detours. Where there was no way around, the player could only grit his teeth and charge through on horseback.
Torrent took several slashes and nearly collapsed with a pained cry.
Luckily, Little Bull-Goat had a fairly hefty health pool. The player figured a few more hits wouldn't kill him.
Finally, after narrowly escaping death to those wild flurries of sword strikes for who knew how many times, the glow of a site of Grace appeared ahead.
[Lakeside Outpost]
The player dismounted, ready for a good rest.
But the sight before him made him rub his eyes.