And we're staring right back at them. We are standing face-to-face with ten normal and one absolutely colossal enemy right in the middle of the village square. We're completely trapped between the piss-stained wooden tables of the local coffeehouse, the headman's office—proving that government administration reaches even this absolute desolation—and a mosque that pays salaries to three people even though ten people max walk through its doors a day.
"Boys, it's pretty obvious we don't have the luxury of just crouching down and waiting for it to leave! If anyone has a plan, speak up now!"
No matter how massive the enemy is, at the end of the day, it's still a dog! It simply cannot skip the rituals of arching its back, puffing up its fur, and growling before launching an attack. These moments are absolutely perfect for coming up with a plan, and I can't just let them go to waste.
