Maybe Don't Rest so Much

Azemo's eyes snapped open as he realized that something was wrong. He had been tricked again.

Azemo could feel the fleshy walls contracting, squeezing his body and he sighed in frustration. 'Why were there voices and signs that gave him instructions if they were always wrong?'

"The first trial of speed has already started. You have ten minutes left to complete the course."

Azemo wanted to yell at the voice, but he stopped himself, worried that the walls might squeeze in even faster. The pain was starting to get to him and Azemo had to act quickly.

There was no room to move his arms or open his tome and Azemo could feel his bones cracking.

Activating both the gauntlets, Azemo tried to attack the fleshy walls that were close to crushing him to death. However the walls did not give an inch and the attacks just seemed futile without the power of Azemo's movement behind them.