The Mammoth
The ground shook so violently as the creature fell to its knees that Wander almost fell over.
Keep moving. Wander told himself. If you stop to think, you're as good as dead. Think as you run.
Tucking his bow and arrows away, he unsheathed his dark sword, the metallic clang echoing through the air.
Wander made a quick leap for the creature's front arm, tightly gripping on and pulling himself up. Upon noticing his new location, the creature began to rise from the ground, groaning loudly in fear.
Wander continued climbing the creature's back, inching his way around its side. The next glyph was on its back.
