Talk:Hellhound/@comment-25204624-20150424202348/@comment-25409001-20150425135554

Again with these situations, it's like everywhere I go stuff happens. Then again i was the one going through a cemetary for unknown reasons.

Still first I need to take care of my leg. Using my shirt as a makeshift bandage I wrapped it around the wound and tied it in place, wincing as the red colour of my insides slowly stained the article of clothing. Standing up with assistance from the same gravestone that cut me, ironicly name 'Bloodborne'. I test my leg for a moment and started to limp to the left.

Right into the Hellhound. There was a moment of tense silence as I wonder how I could lose sight of her and waltz right into her. I remembered that it took me thirty minutes just to tie the shirt correctly, and that I was making a lot of grunts and moans.

Well crud.