"Little guy is really running this time!" Beat said as they ran after their guide, the little yorkshire's yipping helping them during the times when they inevitably lost sight of the small canine.
They had accepted the last part of their quest and were again making their way through the fog, though this time, they seemed to be heading away from the towers. After about ten minutes, the fog became thinner as they exited the woods. They found themselves on what appeared to be a farm and were
Beat watched at the winkies each tried their hand at stopping Shield's advance, only to meet the razors that lined his armor. The idea was far from new, but Beat often had the luxury of thinking in battle since he was rarely in any actual danger.
"I wonder what this game would be like with pain. It would certainly be more like torture chamber than a game. It's just weird to watch you walk through their weapons like that." He mentioned as he began a march of his own, preparing the finish blo