Tentacles erupted from its sides, massive enough to wrap entire mountains a few times over, and, contrary to their size, they moved fast, real fast.
One snapped past Malik's left side—missing by a hair.
The wake it left behind cracked through the liquid Aether for tens of miles, sending him spinning for a moment before he righted himself, a flicker of fire balancing his momentum.
Another tentacle slammed down from above.
Malik twisted once more, casually dodging the attack.
One of Al-Qa'ra's front appendages lashed out next, aiming horizontally, trying to corner him into the coils of another.
Malik folded his arms back, let his body curl like an arrow, and blasted straight between them; he was so fast that by the time they closed behind him, he was already a mile or two away.
Yet they still affected him, a CRACK ringing out, snapping the ocean in two.
As he balanced himself again, it switched tactics, focusing on catching up and using all its limbs to move.
