Deer Shield Heads to the Canyon

I'm Yao. People always call me an accessory, the seventh piece of equipment.

But no one knows that every shield I raise is a line of defense built by burning my deer-spirit energy.

The canyon's cycles repeat, and each match loads and begins anew. You are the blade I carry on my shoulder, and the back I must protect.

Scouting the brush, knocking enemies airborne, timing shields, burning up my spirit in a desperate stand on the high ground: I'm not a shadow that depends on you. I'm the support made just for you.

After countless matches end and their memories fade, only fragments remain in the heart of the deer spirit. Next game, I'll still be standing by your side.