Dark Souls III » El Kloppo – The Fist of Lothric

In a world where the sun is dying, the ashes are cooling and the undead are rising, there is a man who needs no rules. Who wields no shield. And whose sharpest blade are the two bare fists with which he paves the way for justice – or at least what he believes to be justice. His name: El Kloppo.
After years of vagabonding through distant lands and other worlds, he returns to the cold, corrupt streets of Lothric. Where others bravely raise their swords or wave their wands, El Kloppo relies on what Mother Nature has given him: two fists fashioned with Caestus, a clenched fist and an unwavering love of violence. With a smile that brings out only the greatest absurdity of this grim place, he sets out to gather teeth – literally. Because every right turn causes at least one smile to go out and one tooth to fly.
His motto? ‘There’s a fist for every problem.’ And this fist hits with the precision of clockwork and the tenderness of a sledgehammer. El Kloppo is no hero. Nor is he a villain. He’s just the guy who’s left when the dust settles – and who is mostly to blame for kicking up the dust in the first place.
And so he sets off again, the silence of the streets interrupted by his growling stomach and the clanking chains of his boxing gloves. The undead tremble – but not from fear, but from the prospect of losing a large part of their chewing bar. Because El Kloppo is back. And when he strikes with his fist, Lothric knows that trouble is coming.