Wrock flickered and appeared in front of the massive amount of moving stone. Throwing a fist forward he slammed against the 'face' of the creature. In response to such a powerful blow the moving stone rippled. Like slapping the surface of ballistic gel.
It was almost like time paused. A momentary period of shock. Wrock's fist, which easily took care of the previous Chimeras, was ineffective. Suddenly the face of the moving stone split apart like a mouth and bit down on the arm.
Tring~
Wrock seemingly teleported next to Yielya's side. His arm covered in a semi-translucent bronze energy. Rubbing his wrist he frowned, "How troublesome."
Gear immediately felt despair. Just when he believed such people could be of help the Chimera's grew in strength yet again! It was like he couldn't catch a break. Always needing something stronger, nothing ever being enough!
