As I blasted a hole through its tentacle, Mammon shrieked at the top of its lungs. It stretched itsmouth wide open and had its face in agony.
It was in pain! That however did not stop it from realising that I was coming closer to it.
Perhaps Mammon had sensed the danger concocted in my fist. Or it was how I punched a hole through its tentacle.
Whatever it was, I could feel Mammon's agitation to stop me from getting any closer to it.
As I had made one of its tentacles immobile, it sent the remaining three tentacles after me. And in a hurry at that.
I pushed myself again using the force circulated in my feet. My speed shot away shattering wind force left behind as tracks.
I carried on with that same speed and got to the chest of Mammon.
This time around, I gathered even more force on my fist, greater than when I used it the first time. I had only one shot at this, and I wasn't ready to blow it up.
