The mountain pass curled up the mountain side like a craggy serpent, and the more they ran, the more pain he could feel in his strained legs. But they had to keep moving, they had to push on- to run, and never look back. The volcano was more than the answer, and what better way than to use an entire mountain against an army of deranged, pale arachnids? Chancing but one glance to Alvara, he turned from her and slowed as the trail came to a sudden halt- and the only way for the to proceed was to climb up the mountain side, one rock at a time.