Garrick had only moment's to prepare before the crash of the mountain shook the entire thing, digging his blades deep into crevices to hold on just enough. As the dust settled, he noted that he was holding onto the mountain with one hand gripped around the jammed sword, keeping himself up solely with the strength that remained to him. "Well...fuck. This is one of those moments where I remind myself why it was a bad idea to go drake hunting. I could have just brought down that nation in the south, but no, I wanted a simple job for once..."