Twas on the road to Rithwic, in ye olde worlde of Asheron’s Call, that a traveling warrior encountered a peculiar scenario. A cow was (slowly) beating up a young mage. The mage offered no resistance, standing motionless before a barrage of bovine abuse. The warrior drew his weapon, but the mage yelled: “Don’t kill the cow!”
The warrior was perplexed.
“I want the cow to beat me up so I can raise my defense,” explained the mage, “and that’s very important later in the game.” The warrior went about his way, savage mooing ringing in his ears.