Your boot sunk deep into the puddle, as you stared at the other side of the bridge. There, a massive gate rested, the only point of access to the other side for miles. Then you saw it. Its armor rattled as he approached the center of the gate and unsheathed its long sword. You'd tighten your kettle Helmet and immediately get off the horse, with your polearm in hand. Your pieces of armor faintly clattered, compared to the heavy feat in front of you. You'd feel the weight of the kettle helmet on your head as you approached it. Then...