Towers of black rocks came at me, twisting and spinning as if they were tentacles, utterly stubborn about catching me, but I was too fast, too agile. I smoothly glided about them, dodging most that came at me, and those that I didn't, my trusty advanced grand rocks came and did the job for me, easily crushing through the formations as if they were butter.
The sounds of the collisions were thunderous. Dodging rock towers was fun, but I needed something more, it was a chore to go on–doing nothing but dodge.
I zoomed at the Muck guardian demon, it had on its perpetual frown and it groaned as it saw me approach, and suddenly, two rock towers jutted from the bottom and came at me.
I shifted to the side avoiding the strike of one and then delivered a strong kick that caused it to crack and then fall, descending on the master that had summoned it.
BOOM
