[center][sup]The Rise of Kul[/sup][/center]
[center]Smor’Gen’Blok[/center]

His dreaded compassion put him here. Now he had to find a way out; first, he had to make sure he was not crushed by the massive boulder rolling his and Wor’Da’Li’s way. He pulled her to the side and let the massive boulder roll passed the two of them; other Lok’Sha suffered for his decision, but not everyone could be saved. Even fueled by four hearts, he was but one being. Death was imminent, anyway--it is still unfortunate that some, yes, even those he would on any other day call his enemies, had to meet their ends this way.

“Where exit?” Za’Kul inquired,
“Closest one in south.” A long trek, each cave system had a series of exits, but with the respective tunnels collapsing slowly there would be little time to reach one before Za’Kul and his new companion were trapped in the rubble.

All he could do was run. Shattering rock was no easy feat, but it was one the smith’s son was all too acquainted with. As the ground beneath began to cave and  the cave’s axis began to tilt, Za’Kul hopped and leapt across ever growing depressions. Where consistent floor became sloped, Za’Kul made a point to move himself away from the center of the collapse where the seismic activity was strongest.

His companion had mostly kept up, only a few steps behind him as the duo went. He only needed to reach the southern exit before it caved in, and he was close. Narrowly avoiding collapsing debris, Za’Kul hadn’t stopped. If he was going to get out alive, he would use all the advantages afforded him by his body.

Or with the help of Rajaka.