Ayame and I step into the boss chamber, and the air grows heavy with a palpable sense of danger. In the end a boss monster is a boss monster, after all. They are on a completely different plane of existence from their common counterparts.
The Chieftain roars, raising its jagged sword high, and charges at us with surprising speed for its size. I sidestep its initial swing, countering with a thrust of my spear. The creature blocks with its spiked shield, sparks flying as metal clashes against metal.
Ayame moves with swiftness befitting her 50 Agility stat points, circling around to flank the boss monster. She slashes at its back, her blade cutting through the cloak but barely penetrating the tough scales. The Chieftain roars in pain and frustration, spinning around to swing its sword at her.
