In all honesty, part of Frimelda would take the monster over the flying rocks. She knew how to fight them and not be caught off guard by pieces of earth suddenly being able to turn corners. Despite that, it met the same end as the others, even if she was off balance for a few more steps.

Still, the... thing that was looming ahead was becoming clearer. "I think that the walls and the earth have become the least of our worries..."

She kept running, though. The best they could hope for would be that whatever was causing the rocks and the walls to move would stop once they reached the undead guardian. She did not fear death, in any form it took.