Unable to see my figure clearly due to the cloud of sand, the crabawler sent the next three poison balls headed to my left and right, blocking my dodging routes.
With my right eye, I could now see a timer next to each of the cannonballs, counting down how long I had until they reached me.
They were all charging toward my current location from different directions in a downward sloping line...dodging them should be as easy as stepping forward.
Focusing on the first and closest cannonball headed toward my figure, I raised my blood-red blade so that its tip was facing the sky.
These balls were like time bombs; as soon as they got close enough to me, they would explode and spray lethal poison everywhere within a one-yard radius.
I didn't have enough time or space on the beach, or get out of the ball's splash zones.
Sprinting forward, I leaped two yards into the air, placing myself right in front of the first of the six poison cannonballs.
