Onslaught of the Crimson Moon.
As I recited the movements of that figure, I remembered the sensations of that time while I was training against PhantomGlide Dummy.
ROAR!
The beast released another painful roar as my bullets had just pierced its eyes, the organ that it was using and was mostly reliant on.
Its body was filled with poison, and wounds were now taking a toll on it. The pain it was feeling seemed to be unbearable, and I was going to use that fact to my own advantage.
My mana surged forward as I felt like the patterns of attack I needed to do replayed before my eyes.
Where I needed to attack, where I needed to move, where I needed to slash.
The boss became a simple object for me to perform surgery on, and I was the surgeon now.
SWOOSH!
