The river churned violently. Madly.
Varion, Sarah and Cestrel held on tight to their boat, praying the mad waves wouldn't topple it over and send them into the water.
At that time, the Stone Sentinel had already regained its footing, water cascading from its rocky limbs. The mammoth moaned once again, shaking its massive head in defiance as the battlefield quaked under the World Shaker ability.
Elora barely managed to stay upright. She bent her body low, darting across the mammoth's back, breathing in short, heavy bursts.
'That monster is so resilient!' she said in her thoughts. 'If the Mammoth is unable to kill it, then I'm going to die for sure.'
The Sentinel locked onto her again, and without wasting a single second, it lifted its colossal sword and swung down with unstoppable force.
SWOOSH! — CRASH!
Elora twisted at the last moment, rolling out of the way and finding safety behind a rocky protrusion.