Average day in a Monster Hunter video game
The hilt of the Longsword glinted under the starry sky as the hunter spotted the drowsy Rathalos. Grinning, he crept closer, Longsword drawn. Then his Palico tripped on a rock, dropping a flash bomb. The Rathalos roared, and the Palico meowed, “Whoops, sorry!”—though it sounded more like “meow meooowww” to the hunter. Sighing, already expecting this, he dodged claws and fire, delivering precise slashes. With a final Helm Splitter, he sliced off the tail and felled the beast. I chuckled as the Palicos paraded the severed tail like a trophy, ready to do it 500 more times.