<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Lizelle</div></span><br/><br/>"What about if we try to stay between the two?" Lizelle suggested. She found it difficult to stop staring up at the mountain-sized threat. It did dominate most of their field of view, after all. "If we walk along the edge of the forest and keep the volcano in sight, we can sort of ... flee one way or the other depending on what the situation calls for. And if we go fast enough we may get out of range of the volcano if it like ... suddenly farts some lava. You know?" It was a long speech for her to make in a language she wasn't very comfortable talking in, so she stumbled slightly over some words. The stress of the situation wasn't making enunciation any easier.<br/><br/>But to tell the truth, Lizelle didn't believe they could outrun the lava if it decided to start spewing. It seemed slow and lethargic when you watched it on tv, but if molten rock came crawling towards you with the blazing heat and ash and smoke clogging up the air, one couldn't simply run away and hope for the best. There was also the debris that flew through the air, and there they were without even a cap to share between them. No. If they stood any chance they had to run<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>before shit got real. "Is everyone okay to run?" she asked. "Cause we really need to decide quickly and<span style="font-style: italic">move.</span>"