So far, Aron had done a good job dodging Hercules' strikes, but he knew the truth.
One clean hit from that monster, and it was over. Bones shattered. Game finished.
He had never meant to strike Hercules. But when survival instincts kicked in, hesitation vanished. His body reacted on its own.
Now, it looked like that single blow had enraged the beast even more.
Because Hercules was holding an entire tree in his hands.
"If I get hit by that…" Aron's breath caught. "I'm not sure I can survive it."
No time to hesitate.
With a roar, Hercules swung the massive trunk like a baseball bat. The whoosh of the wind cutting through air sounded like a storm tearing through the woods.
The swing was low, smart. There was no room for Aron to slide under it like before, and the trunk was far too thick to vault over.
One option.
Aron turned, sprinted straight toward a tree ahead, ran up its trunk, and launched himself into the air.
