'Please, do it just right, Dean!' he thought as he strengthened his grip on Excalibur's hilt. 'Be strong enough! There are six Dreads of the fourth generation above you and about to attack! You need to be relentless, you need to be fearless, sometimes even wild! Pay attention to what's happening and do something about it!'
"We need to make it to the base of this mountain, Silver!" Claire shouted as she took two daggers from inside her thick fur coat and held them both in a reversed grip.
"Of course! We will make it!" Dean shouted back as they slid together at a high speed. Even though they were sliding in the snow, their back was getting numb. Since their legs were being used as breaks and to maneuver, they were going numb as well. It was a lot painful to go down the mountain like that, but they hadn't any other option.
