Setting
The summit was within sight, within reach.
Down below she could hear them, their voices calling to one another as they too made their way up the rocky face. There were about six, maybe eight by her reckoning. She never looked down though, and soon her hand found purchase upon the summit of the of the precipice. Hoisting herself up, she rose to her feet as her lips curled back into what could only be described as a sneering snarl.
She had found herself standing upon a small plateau of rock jutting out from the mountainside with a wall of sheer ice ahead. No winding caverns, no mountain passes, only an imposing wall of ice.
No. Arya and her team needed this capture. They were the replacement team. They would be better than The Commander and his team. They had to be.
Arya continued on up the mountain, her speed increasing as the thoughts raced through her head. It was time to prove to Stryfe, to everyone, that they weren't just the B-Team.
The woman was close to the summit, hooks digging into the ice and rock until she could begin to pull herself up to what she hoped was solid ground.
"Veidimadur," Maria growled lowly.
She spared a glance to the rest of the team as they began to make the summit, one after the other, but it was Arya that she returned her gaze to. Scarcely two paces separated the women, should either choose to act.
"You can speal English?" The Invictus soldier asked Maria, stepping closer to her slowly and carefully. She didn't want to spook her. "The people down there say you've been giving them a hard time."
"We ain't here to hurt ya', just here to take you somewhere safer. Those people will Frankestein you soon enough." Arya was mostly lying, but for all she knew the mob was forming right now.
"They say many things," Maria replied, her words heavily marred by her thick northern accent.
Her eyes remained sharp and fierce as she stood her ground to Arya's approach.
"But..." Arya began, "I will have to get violent otherwise. Bring in you with force." The woman informed Maria, "What will it be?"
Finally after a long moment of deliberation she cast the knife aside in a fairly universal display of cooperation.
"You can grab your dagger or whatever. Don't use it on us, we'll be forced to use our own weapons." Arya told Maria, "We're going back down."
His eyes had shot open in terror as his foot had come down on a section of pathway that gave way beneath it. Only a timely jet of fire to propel himself into the wall of the trail had saved him from falling to his death. He doubted he had the energy to carry himself to safety from a fall of that height.
He stayed in that spot for several minutes while he waited for his heart to stop racing. When he finally started walking again, it was with a lot more care taken.
He spent the night pressed into a small alcove, taking shelter from the building snowfall that, despite not touching him, was beginning to make it hard to see. Maintaining that constant warm glow was taking its toll on him, but he had no doubt that he'd freeze to death without it, natural warmth or not. He'd thankfully had the foresight to hunt for several days worth of meat before leaving the forest, and so he didn't go hungry despite the lack of anything to hunt on this trail.
He didn't miss the city just for its luxuries anymore.
He missed not thinking he was going to die.
It was worth stalling out a night to tackle it on a fully-rested body. The survival knife was in his hand during the climb, in case he slipped, and the trickster proceeded forward very slowly. Just because there was nothing special about him did not mean he had no fortitude. A narrow fall nearly brought him off the edge, but he didn't slide a whole lot and thankfully had stabbed the blade into the weakened stone, saving his life.
There were no more problems after that, except the adrenaline that brought him to the end of the path. Sahlie refused to go any further that day, digging a small hole into some snow and spending the night there.
"Entry 108. Have some bread and rabbit left. Maybe another day or two if I stretch it. Luckily, shit doesn't spoil up here, except my good mood and sanity. I will feast like a king tonight, if kings had to climb mountains and eat nothing. It's still fucking cold, but that's nothing new. Knife is a bit duller now, but I'm alive. Barely. If I'm insane, at least I'll see it to the end."