The ghostwave mutant swung its arched tail and sent a massive energy blast my way for the umpteenth time and once again, I was met with attacks at speeds much faster than light, yet, of which I could escape from.
I teleported away from the red streaks of energy, appearing in between places, almost as if I was omnipresent in that battlefield. I left afterimages, moved with an agility that was slightly alien to me. The fight, this fight was pushing me, and I was getting faster and stronger.
Suphas roared, it might have control over the battle at the moment, but I bet that it was getting frustrating over me avoiding its blows. To it, I was probably a pesky roach that refused to die, and I know how upsetting that can be.
The earth tore open, and spikes of jutting rocks came at me from below. I turned, twisted, trying hard to finesse my way across the rock spikes.
