As the ground broke apart him and the tree roots began to attack, Nathan found himself wishing he'd spent more time on his dancing skills.  It seemed like they would come in handy here.  Instead he was stuck with doing his best to avoid the roots and random outcroppings while stumbling along as the monk he had slapped disappeared.  He saw the only woman pull one of the others free from where he had been trapped in branches just as the monk reappeared with a sharp piece of flint.  By now, like everyone else, he was starting to realise this was more than a normal and there was something odd about the people he had 'thought up'.<br/><br/>Feeling a little silly considering what had happened so far he paused and quickly pinched himself.   "Nope." he said when he didn't wake up, "Didn't think so."<br/><br/>He ran towards that group of three but spotted the British man still on the ground from the first shake.  He guessed he wasn't having much of a fun time there.  With a hop, skip and a spin-and-almost-fall-but-caught-a-branch-at-the-last-second move he was by the man's side pulling him up.  "Time to go." he said.  If the man got up he would then run towards the monk and the other two, grabbing the monk by the arm and fleeing after the girl and Russian.  "Safety in numbers."