Enemies
Many enemies in Will Rock are deliberately borrowed from Greek mythological monsters.
- Harpy; the first enemy that you will encounter. In Will Rock he/she is an eagle who can spit fire and acid.
- Satyr; archer with surprising accuracy.
- Minotaur; general enemy with an axe. When killed, he/she morphs into two blood minotaurs.
- Blood minotaur; smaller and weaker, but more berserk.
- Rat; sprints towards an enemy and explodes.
- Tiger; fast-moving enemy, likes to leap at you, usually in groups. Attack style is to run around you and leap when you are not expecting.
- Lion; fast-moving enemy, likes to leap at you. Attack style is to run around you and leap when you are not expecting.
- Atlas; disguises as Colossus statue, holds the earth on its back.
- Discus throwers; disguises as statue, and throws a flaming discus.
- Sphinx; disguises as statue; shoots laser bolts when player passes by.
- Crocodile; Easily avoided but can bite you and inflict injury.
- Undead centaur; skeleton-like in appearance with a charge attack.
- Pan archer; arrow-firing sniper beast.
- Mini Cerberus; hordes of smaller three headed dogs, vicious, hard to beat.
- Mace wielder; Greek soldiers throwing flaming maces. They usually appear with or without headgear.
- Knife wielder; throws blue flaming knives at player.
- Skeleton foot-soldier; skeleton using sword and shield.
- Range skeleton; skeleton fighting with javelins.
- Centaur; living centaur, charges with spear, hard to hit, very fast.
- Cyclops; they come in small and large sizes, and attack using flaming rocks.
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