He rose from the cracked ground, slow and stiff, as snow billowed and blew through the night air around him.  The dull clank of shifting armor and metal boots was carried away by the wind as he lifted himself up.  He stood straight, and cast his gaze around, slowly sweeping it over the mountain range he found himself in the  midst of.  Snow and stone ran down and away in two directions, dropping into a steep, craggy cliff before him and sloping towards a valley behind.  His crater itself had been smote into the angled side of one of the taller mountains, near a plateau connecting it to its neighbor.  Both peaks stretched up to penetrate the low-hanging clouds above.  It reminded him briefly of his tower, and anger sparked within.  