I leaped off of the chair lift and immediately began to gain speed. I could barely see the silhouette of the person in front of me.
The falling snow stung my eyes. and the cold seeped through my jacket. The person in front of me was Andere Lavior. As I gained speed, slowly creeping towards him, he suddenly took a sharp right. Now I saw why. There was a huge tree about 5 feet in diameter looming up in front of me. I tried to follow, but There were large rocks everywhere. A single impact with one of those rocks would send me crashing down the cliff.
The only path through them was steep and treacherous.
The other option was to go left. But that would allow him to escape. So I turned right. I tried to slow down myself, but I trying to avoid the rocks and slow down was impossible. So I had to focus on not crashing down the cliff. Up ahead was a little hill, small enough to not send me flying into the air, but big enough to slow me down significantly. Andere steered into a patch of rocks, expertly avoiding each one of them. I wondered why he took that path when there was a path with no rocks. So I took the safer route. For a couple of seconds, I was able to manage my turns perfectly, but then I saw where he was going. He was going into The Path. The Path was almost a straight drop down, with a few rocks here and there, that ended in a 30-foot jump across a lake.
Almost everyone that dared to challenge it fell down at the huge jump. Andere was not such a person. He tucked in and zoomed down the path. I decided to copy him. If a traffic cop were testing his speed, they would probably need a speed reader thirty digits long. If felt like hurricane Katrina all over again. We neared the jump. He got ready to leap across the lake when I got an idea. I threw both of my poles at him. The first splashed harmlessly into the lake, but the second nailed him head-on. He was distracted for a moment, but that was enough. He veered onto the jump a little too late and did a flip before landing in a heap onto the opposite side. Now only I had to jump. I got ready for the jump, and jumped high into the air, and landed on the other side perfectly. As I skidded to a stop beside where he was, I knew that I had made a mistake. He already had his skis back on and was already going down the gentle slope that lay in front.
The fog was so dense here that I could barely see him, even though he was ten feet away from me. I should now reveal to you why I was chasing him. He had planted several tons of explosive inside the mountain, which was enough to level the whole thing. He also had the detonator. He was heading to the ski lift, hoping to lose me again. From the looks of it, he was having trouble keeping upright, meaning that I might be able to outrun him. I gained speed and nearly crashed into a tree, but avoiding it at the last second. He was almost there. If he got there, He would head up the lift and no doubt lose me again. I had to go full speed forward. I crashed into him the moment he got into the lines for the lift. We went down into a tangled heap. As he was already injured, he barely put up a fight. I wrenched the detonator from him and smashed it to bits. The mountain would not be blowing up anytime soon.
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