Who Cares?

In a fit of rage, the baron began pushing himself forward, fighting me from a dangerous distance rather than keeping himself safe by cowering behind his tentacles.

He had pulled a whip out of nowhere and it looked like it was long enough to reach from one end of the room to the other.

If you can't tell by now by the scope of our battle, the room of cages we were in was massive and it took up almost half of the acres of land he owns.

'What is his obsession with tentacles? Even his weapon can be considered another tentacle.'

The whip thwipped and I dodged it once, then twice as it came back around like a boomerang.

He had completely abandoned his tentacles at this point, using them as a mode of transport and elevation rather than weapons.

'Foolish decision,' I thought to myself.

"You're not the only one who can push forward," I stated as I began running towards him, dodging, weaving, and avoiding his whip by a small margin of error.