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Raul searched around for any large, loose boulders. He spotted a couple candidates, though they were stuck into the ground more deeply than he would've liked, and it was also difficult to tell if they alone would be enough.

He'd never started a landslide before.

Hmm. Yeah, those rocks wouldn't do the job, he decided. He might have to use more of his power than he first thought.

In that case, this could get very tricky. If he wasn't careful, he could easily kill himself here. If he lost his footing, he would go tumbling down the side of this mountain along with everything else and probably end up buried alive or simply crushed to death.

Well, this was characteristic of plans that were made on such short notice, he supposed. High risk. There would be no telling how long it might take his reaper to locate his corpse way out here in the wilds of Vantalay. Hell, depending on how the war developed, that could take years.

So he didn't want to slip and fall. He needed to make sure that he could maintain solid footing.

Perhaps his alteration power over friction could solve that problem for him, too. This awkward, uneven ground added some uncertainty to the equation, but he felt like he could manage it.

Hopefully.

He positioned himself with his back against the rocky wall that he'd found. He checked directly above his head, wanting to make sure there were no obviously loose boulders up there that would fall and crush him, and when he was satisfied with where he was standing, he crouched down, and dug his fingers into a patch of dirt at his feet.

He needed to two things. First, he needed to create a kind of "increased friction bubble" for himself--something to prevent the ground directly beneath him from moving.

Secondly, he had to decrease the friction just about everywhere else.