Talk:Holstaur/@comment-27096789-20160104200637/@comment-25808351-20160104212344

I run back to my room and grab my knight helmet. Then I run back out to the barn and headed to the rampaging Holstaur's stall. I turned and faced her. With the Holstaur looking me directly in the eye, I mentally prep myself for the monumental conflict that's about to unfold. I place the helmet on my head and crouch to the ground like a football linebacker. At the top of my lungs I shout, "HAVE AT YOU!" Then I charge head first into the stall. The milking was successful, but I walked funny for a week afterwards.