My Hollowing Tomb (A Dark Souls Fanfiction)

Chapter 4: Like an Iron Boar out of Hell!

The gargoyles gaze at me from the rooftop of the church, I feel myself stiffen under their gaze.
I attempt to approach their bell tower,  only for them to unearth themselves from their perch.
I begin to turn to stone, realising the horror I've walked into, the Gargoyles drawing halberds and flames in anger against my humanly existence. - A missing cleric of the church.

Gazing at the boar it only continues to snort and drag it's backleg into the stone, trying to assert it's dominance of the courtyard. You merely mimick the beast, dragging your jingling boot against the floor before then hitting the guard of your sword off of the wooden shield in your free hand.

The boar roars heavily, swinging it's head from side to side, it's extremely long barbed tusks destroying two passive deprived hollows next to it, being thrown in the air, their dirty skin fuses with the wall with a big SPLAT.

Raising your shield, it charges for you, but you charge for it too, dodging at the last second, you lead it head first for a roaring fire, piled up against a support pillar. The boar can only scream as it rolls out of the flames, it's iron scaled armor, glowing a bright red as steam bursts off the back of the beast.

It charges again, and you take another run at it, as it picks up speed you try jumping on its head, rather than risking another dodge. The moment your foot landed on its head, the beast buckled upward, throwing you high, as you crash into a wall, on instinct, you grab at a ledge hanging a few meters high up off the ground, dangling your legs.

The boar becomes enraged as it snorts and groans before charging again, as it nears you it jumps as hard as it can, swinging it's head. It's tusk meets your back and throws you heavily to the ground, coughing hard and holding a hand to your back, you feel the bloodpool, seeping from your newfound wound, as you wobble to a stand you find your courage unwavering, the beast maybe terrifying, but you feel the confidence to defeat it.

As you glance to the Boar it begins to trot down the stairs, circling back with some confidence of its own, taking advantage of this moment you backstep down more stairs leading underneath, the Boar too knows what you're doing and charges again.

It's horrific thorned hooves pound cracks into the old cobble steps, as it leaps at you, you can only smirk as the plan begins, quickly holstering your shield you drop on your back, swinging violently at the beasts underbelly as you both fall along the stairs, aggressive snorts and cries filled your ears before seeing a white flame engorge the metal fiend. It quickly disappearing before it would land on you at the bottom of the steps.

Taking a deep breath you turn your head to your right to see a dark looming corridor, averting your eyes now, you lock into an intense stare with the ceiling before feeling four cold claws dig into both of your shoulders, dragging you down the corridor with ease as you still rest on your shield.

Trying to swing your sword, the blade flys wildly behind you, towards the two shadowy figures holding your very life. With a sudden stop of the blade you find it half way through one of their arms, you swing again finding that you have started to spin on the spot as the flayed arm rips of its joint.

Now facing the beasts you swing at them head on as they try grabbing at you, hoping to make you defenceless again! A quick jab, then an arched swing to deflect their claws, suddenly they leap and you heavily hold your sword horizontally as the corpses smash their weight on its sharp edge.

A pause.. One of the Undead vanish into fire as you stare open-eyed at the other, it's charred sockets stare right through you to your very soul. As a shiver climbs up you, you hear a CRACK, then another CRUNCH, it's bones deforming as it reaches its arms around the blade, towards you.