head more than anything else. His left hand held on for dear life while it got stabbed by countless rocks. At the same time his right hand sent a fury of attacks aimed directly from the top point of his head.
As more rocks hit his hand he knew he could not hold on for much longer. He looked up and focused.
He closed his hand and turned it slightly to the right, then opened his palm up. Numerous rocks that were falling towards him flew to the right.
Again he did the same motion with his hand but kept his fist closed and the rocks stood still in the air for a second. As he opened up his palm in the left direction the rocks flew to the left.
There was another wave of rocks plummeting towards him. They morphed into their deadly pointed edged balls. Nick put up his closed hand again. He stopped hundreds of them just five feet above his head. He opened his palm up and flung his hand back behind him. All of the rocks flew directly off the face of the mountain he climbed and fell to the floor behind him.
Nick still had one hand securely on the rock and the other perched above his head.
He waited and nothing happened.
He continued to climb up the ever-growing mountain. Precise movement after precise movement, he made good progress up the mountain. Before he knew it he had reached the top. As he had his hands on the top of the ledge he looked back down. There was a valley of fire that was split by a river of ice. It looked to be a couple thousand feet below him.
He hoisted himself up off the side of the mountain and stood up on what looked like a plateau. It stretched miles in every direction. It reminded him of what a desert would look like. Completely flat with a barren and dry landscape.
He walked forward and saw some things in the near distance. As he got closer he saw that they were statues. There was a ceramic path in the middle and a dozen statues all together. There were six on one side and six on the other. The stone statues were of warriors. Some were on horseback wielding swords, the others with battle faces carrying weapons of their choosing, and others were spewing magic from their hands.
At the end of the path there was a fountain. He felt thirsty all of a sudden so he cupped his hands and drank from it. After he quenched his thirst he looked back up and saw dark clouds in the distance. They moved to where he was sitting in a matter of seconds. The blue sky turned into darkness and a rain shower started to fall.
He got up and walked back down the path he had come from. He looked at the statues again and some of them were turning from grey stone into color as the rain fell on them. He looked around and noticed they were all becoming colorful. The rain was coloring the massive statues about twenty feet tall. He was fascinated and got even closer to the one in front of him.
The statue’s hair turned brown. The armor it wore became a bright and vibrant red. The eyes became green and they seemed to be looking right at him.
The eyes of the statue blinked. Nick gasped out of fright.
The giant sword the massive statue held came hurling at Nick.
He ducked and rolled to get out of the way. When he turned back every statue took a step and turned to face Nick with their weapons. They were no longer statues; the rain had made them into giants.
Nick turned around and started to run in the opposite direction. He passed the fountain and he felt a spine-chilling breeze as a Reza giant sent an ice attack that nearly hit him. As he ran he looked back; the giants were big but they were slow. He was outrunning them with ease. The problem came when the four Reza giants started to send a hail of fire and ice hurling towards him.
There was almost no escape from such of a long distance attack that was ten times the diameter of a regular Reza attack. He turned around and tried to use his newly discovered dark wave attack. He aimed it at the Reza’s face that was closest to him.
The red headed blue giant was startled for a moment