Ask for the shape of the challenge.

The fastest time-to-kill of any battle royale, which makes positioning worth more than aim and mistakes worth almost nothing else.

A directional parry replaces the roll as the answer to almost everything, and the game is markedly better once it clicks and markedly worse until it does.

Every death ages you, and an old master dies in two hits. The run-level economy is what punishes learning a boss the slow way.

The world is kinder than Dark Souls and the bosses are considerably meaner — almost all of the difficulty has moved into the fog gates.

A parry game wearing a Souls coat: dodging alone will carry you for two hours and then stop working entirely.

Its difficulty is crowd control, not duels: the game throws groups and ranged attackers at you constantly, and the second world doubles the population.

You choose which limb to cut off, which means every fight is a decision about what you want to be wearing afterwards rather than only about surviving it.

Slow, heavy and unforgiving — one bullet from someone you never saw ends thirty minutes, and the correct play is usually to not take the fight.

The hardest thing here is unlearning defence — you cannot outlast anything, and the deflect window is the entire game.

Two hits and you are in your underwear, three and the level restarts, and the game expects a second full loop before it will show you an ending.