On attempt 5 (today) I cut off the tail finally. I screamed out my victory and nearly woke the whole street. All these attempts and I had learned well the attack patterns, but getting to that damn tail... Then I died again.
When I came back, no longer in need of holding back, I started to whittle away. For what felt like HOURS I whittled away... Trying not to screw up... trying not to hurry.
Down and down went his health, one little slice at a time.
Kalameet, I finally have your number, you black bitch.
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| But then Kalameet reminded me... |
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| ... I was playing Dark Souls. |
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