The {Blackfist Ape} was as large as a small hill. Despite that, its body moved with unparalleled agility, swinging from the Blackwood trees while it laughed maniacally.
As it swung, from time to time, one of its four arms would break off branches, or extend towards the ground to pick up large boulders which it promptly crushed and threw into the clearing it circled.
Standing in the clearing, Cain had an annoyed look on his face as he dodged and or swatted away the projectiles.
'How troublesome...'
Even though the {Blackfist Ape} was swift, he was categorically faster than it was.
However, he was unable to catch the damned thing.
And that was solely because of its trickery.
In battles, theoretically, speed and power triumphed all. The fast you were, the harder it was for the enemy to reach you.
However, there was no such thing as a straightforward battle in reality.
