Dodging

You know what I hate? Dodging things. No, not ME dodging things, Dodging things that dodge ME.

There is nothing more annoying than swinging your nun-chucks at something, and watching it miss. Ninjas are the masters at that. I'll be like, SWING! and they'll be like, WHOOSH! and I'll be like I BETTER BLOCK MY BACKSIDE WITH MY MACHETE! Tis crazy.

But no, the worst part is when you fight the Dire Monkeys of Trall. These guys know how to dodge so well, that its almost an art style. Its been said by audiences that, when watching someone fight a D-MOT, its like watching Dancing with the Stars, only there's one person winning and one person losing, not both people winning/losing together.

For example, I had the privelage of fighting one of these D-MOTs yesterday. It went something like this:

1.) I swing.
2.) They jump back.
3.) I step forward and swing while they jump up into the air and scrabble-scrabble with their little claws on the way down.
4.) I get hit and fall back.
5.) They slide tackle in the shins.
6.)It reminds me of my glory days in soccer.
7.)They turn around as I'm jumping up and punch me in the back.
8.)I fall down again.
9.) They do a victory dance on my spine.

I hate things that dodge. But, not as much as Gravity and Penguins; you don't have to worry about that.

Olaf the BAAAAALD!