Immediately the mimic arrived at the top of the mountain, it screeched before tossing Stark forcefully into the forest.
Stark held his head in his hands as he tore through the branches.
Swoosh!
His body tumbled, a large branch exploding on contact before he collided with the floor and rolled several times across the muddy dirt.
"Shit!" Stark cursed as he stood up, his body fraught with pain.
He raised his sword in front of him, taking tense breaths as he observed his environment.
Unlike the part of the forest Kael was in, this area had a thick canopy of leaves that blanketed out the moonlight, allowing only thin streaks to pierce through.
It was difficult to see anything, and save for the rain slipping through the leaves, there was not a single sound.
'Kael said the adults would be at the lower parts of the mountain.'
He had not come here mentally prepared to fight an adult mimic, especially after Kael's earlier assurance.
