The rumbling passed, but Kei'taro, subconsciously, could hear the terrible crash of the centermost boulders being forced down the mountain. His sense of touch was on fire, as every horrible bump and slew of snow vibrated the mountain. That and well...

His arm was definitely broken, and he had no actual key that could heal him. He would have to field set it. With his good arm, he pushed out and exited the snow. Havardr was nowhere in sight, but wouldn't possibly have passed him yet. With his back pressed against the boulder, he tore at a sizable length of his shirt and fashioned a makeshift sling.

This mountain was hard enough to climb. Now he had to do it with one arm. 

Kei'taro grimaced and pushed himself to his feet. The snow had flattened out the steep mountain some, easing his ability to climb. Chill settled in his bones, but his stint in the Winter Wonderland, a place he was apt to return as there were hints of a large, possibly Bestial Key holding, polar bear residing there, had given him some kind of resistance to it. Or rather, this could wasn't yet enough to incapacitate him.

As he climbed a shaggy moving apparition appeared to his forward and side, far off. 

Havardr. 

The beast survived and passed him. He was truly the King of the Mountain. 

And Kei'taro was coming for that throne.