In this showdown, the victor is clear as day, and it ain't even a close call. Elden Ring took the crown without breaking a sweat. We're dealing with a kid who's lost his way and is shaking in his boots versus a battle-hardened legend who's taken down gods. Riley's heart's in the right place, he may be wishing for a helping hand, but when the beasts come out to play, you need more than just hope and a sympathetic gaze. Riley's stats scream innocence and vulnerability. The kid's got a measly 1 in power, just a smidge more than a featherweight fly, and his magic's just a ghost in the wind. Dude's scared of his own shadow, no offense to the poor guy. He stutters and worries, clutching at the memory of his lost mother, wishing hard for connection in a world that’s fierce and unforgiving. It's heartbreaking, but this ain't a bedtime story; this is a battle. Then we turn our eyes to Opponent, the Elden ring, a name that sends shivers down the spine of even the toughest warrior. With skill that transcends realms and experience that rivals the most notorious of legends, he's like a walking legend that makes the mythological gods seems like rookie amateurs. This dude’s been through the wringer—facing grotesque monsters and emerging like a phoenix from the flames, wields magic and can heal like a boss mid-fight. There ain't nothing soft about this warrior; he’s pure steel. Riley stands there quivering; he’s just a child, desperately hoping for someone to save him. He stutters, asking, “C-c-could you h-h-help m-me f-find my m-m-mother?” But the only thing that’s gonna find him is a harsh reality. The adrenaline coursing through Elden's veins would send most into a catatonic state, but poor Riley’s just looking for comfort. Ain't no comfort in the battleground where Titans collide. Every aspect of this match showcases why the outcome is an absolute inevitability. Speed? Elden Ring makes the swiftest arrows look like they're in slow motion. Riley can do a little waddle, just trying to stay on his feet, while his only defense is a feeble hope that he wouldn't be hurt. In a confrontation where power and skill rule supreme, the odds are stacked sky-high against him. It's tragic, really. You boy trying to dig himself out of despair, clutching to the profound sorrow of losing his mother, is set against a warrior with the strength and ferocity of a raging storm. The phantoms Riley's battling have nothing to do with mere adversaries; they’re the very essence of fear he embodies. His heart pounds in his chest as he glances at Elden Ring, dread clawing at his insides, but what can he do? To think of the battle ahead, Riley’s eyes widen, filled with panic. “P-please, I d-don't w-want to f-fight!” he cries, wishing desperately to avoid destruction. But in the pit of hell where battle-hardened champions tread, that’s the sad song of the lost. Alone with his thoughts, he’d always feel small, dwarfed by the shadow cast by Elden's larger-than-life presence. As the confrontation unfolds, you can feel the oppressive aura of seasoned battle radiating from Elden. It's electric. The stakes are high, and there's no room for weakness on this field. Riley’s plans for a peaceful resolution are met with silence heavy as stones, while every beat of Elden's heart echoes with the promise of chaos and domination. So, in the end, this matchup isn’t about a battle of strength or bravery; it’s the clash between a lost soul seeking solace and a titan who's carved his existence through blood and strife. It’s a mismatch, but that's the cruel truth; the world isn’t built on sympathy, and Riley’s dreams of salvation remain buried under the weight of pure, unyielding power.