Omake Week 2017, Day 5: In Balyn's defense, "just run in a circle until it's done" is not the most obvious strategy. And I think a lot of parents would sympathize with his point!
~X X X~
At first, Balyn didn't find the Wet Nurse's special attack all that intimidating. Sure, she was an invisible robed horror with six blade-wielding arms that hit like a runaway carriage, but since he'd woken up in the Hunter's Dream, Balyn had faced off against monsters that could shower the room in clouds of their poisoned blood, smash their fists into the ground so hard the shockwave could damage him twenty feet away, summon giant snakes, call meteors down out of the abyssal cosmos, and summon exploding corpses that rained down from the sky.
Turning out the lights in Mergo's Lunarium just wasn't very scary by comparison.
It was, however, extremely effective. Particularly when he chased her down, slashing at her robes and the unseen flesh beneath, and suddenly he found her slashing at his back despite her being in front of him.
At first, Balyn thought it was because of her long, serpentine limbs, flexible enough to reach out and around him, but as he rolled away, he found her appearing almost on top of him…while she was still across the room.
"This is absolutely not fair!" he yelped, pushing back to his feet just in time to avoid another half-dozen slashes. Balyn started to run, deciding that the only sensible strategy was to flee until the lights came back on.
Unfortunately, before he could get up to speed, one of the Wet Nurses lashed out, arms extending over thirty feet from her body to impale her scimitars through his back and leave the hunter bleeding out on the cracked and broken stones.
~X X X~
"Welcome home, good hunter," the Doll addressed him politely. As always, her expression was placid and gentle, which was not particularly surprising as that was how her sculptor had fashioned it. It was that unchanging face, perhaps, that gave Balyn the impulse to blurt out his stray thoughts.
"Do you ever wonder if we're doing the right thing?"
"I…am not sure that I understand, good hunter."
"Hunting, I mean. Going out into the waking world and killing stuff. That Djura guy was pretty sure the beasts in Old Yharnam weren't hurting anyone who didn't barge in on them, for example."
She didn't say anything, so he pressed on.
"And the Great Ones and their kin, too. I mean, they're really weird, sure, but they don't actually have it in for us. Most of the harm they do is caused by people sticking their nose where they shouldn't. Like this Mergo kid. He's just a baby! It isn't his fault those crazy guys from Yahar'gul wanted to meet him so badly that they'd do this ritual that ended up screwing with the boundaries between reality and the nightmare world, right?"
"That is a…surprisingly profound thought."
She didn't add for you to the end of that sentence. The Doll was usually polite like that.
"Might I ask what has brought on these philosophical thoughts?"
"Eh, it's this thing that killed me just now. I mean, I know, I've got to finish her off or the blood moon is going to drive everyone in Yharnam mad or turn them into beasts or worse. But I feel bad about doing it. I mean, it's important that kids grow up right, and somebody who has six hands and can be in two places at once seems perfectly suited to child care."