It was most definitely not going well.

Outgunned, out maneuvered and out of options, John found himself suddenly running a race against an avalanche, with the castle serving as both center point and finish line. 

The fastest non modified human on record could run a blistering 39 kilometers per hour, just around 24 miles per hour. Clocking in at around 29 kilometers per hour at his top speed, John isn't the fastest human on record, though he [i]is[/i] somewhere in the top fifty percent. An average avalanche, on the other hand, can reach speeds well exceeding 100 kilometers per hour, with the upper limits somewhere around [i]300[/i] kilometers per hour- roughly [i]eight times[/i] as fast as the fastest human ever recorded.

Needless to say, it was not going to be a close race.

If John had not taken his meds then just about now he would be a terrified wreck at the prospect of being buried alive under hundreds of tonnes of snow and rock. For now the medication lifted him above the fear- made it seem less like a screaming lunatic raving directly in his ear and more like hearing the echoes of said lunatic from across town- that is to say, he knew it was there, but it was somebody else's problem. With time against him, John continued to run, all the while looking for a sturdy bit of building to hide inside of, a heavy rock to cling to, or, failing that, a crevice to crouch in.

The avalanche was coming, and he would rather not be swept off the mountain.