I remember seeing someone else fight him and thinking, "This guy doesn't look too bad." Which I now use as my example as why I'm a bad judge of difficulty. I lost count on the attempts, I just new it took a few weeks with a handful of breaks, but I beat him. I sorta hit that zen state where my body was moving before my brain was. I got, like, 4 parries back to back. I don't even know how. I've only recently gotten okay at parrying. During the fight I was saying, "I can't believe I got one, op, there's anoth-, I wasn't even close, how did that one count?!" Not that I was complaining. Then he was down to his last 1/8th and I was out of ammo and only had 2 vials. He pinned me in the corner and I swear I saw god. I don't remember the rest, but I must have staggered him long enough to finish him. I don't think I've ever been that excited. But my cat was pissed because she was the nearest thing I would hug. Either way, I'm never fighting him again. I very well might frenzy if I do.