Ha! As if some silly wall of stone could stop the marvelous exploits of the great hunter Lord Rivet! Even as it was bursting through the ground, Rivet was ready for it, for he had just the tool he needed for his victory.

As he made a sudden stop, he swung his whip sword forward to the fog itself, the segments of blade having been wrapped around the magical gladius. His suspicions were indeed correct as a strong gust of wind blew back the fog with ease. Just as he had stopped his running, he began running to his left, his arm going in a continual motion to keep the blade spinning. A small twister was beginning to form around him, keeping the fog around him as winds were chopping up the dust and picking up local debris.

In order to keep his stamina up, Rivet had to do a little magic as he ran. Supercharging his blood cells allowed them to absorb more oxygen which allowed him to keep up this pace longer than any common peasant could. It wouldn't be long now before victory was in his grasp.