He saw his four legged Mountain Goat opponent, Havardr, turn and look upon him. A mere man, or was he, survived an avalanche. Survived one of the most damaging, cataclysmic natural disasters to ever befall mankind! And the shit had broken his arm. He lopped along, picking up speed and trying to regulate his breathing. 

It was hard! His arm was broken and thriving in pain, the cold seeping into his flesh and embracing the tendons and muscles around the break. He set it, and it would hold, but much more time on the mountain and he would either lose the arm, probably permanently, or have to deal with a permamently injured limb. 

Neither was an attractive option. 

The winds of the blizzard were slowing down, the mountain seemingly having exhausted itself. Yet, she still had physical attributes to overcome. 

As he passed the fourth waystone, he could see Havardr. The blasted goat was easily scaling the near vertical face of the mountain. Surely he was tired? Surely it was difficult! Kei'taro gritted his teeth. The mountains waning snow made it easier to see. He began his climb, using his formidable eyesight to see areas where he could grab or step. 

He made good time, the side of the mountain he was own didn't seem entirely difficult, but he was still climbing one handed up a mountain. 

The mountain began to flatten out, and off to the side he could see his nimble steps had placdd him nearly neck and neck with Havardr, or in his case neck and rear. The fifth waystone, the final waystone, was just up the way. It would be a mad dash.

Breathe.

Sprint!

He took off as fast as his aching body could take him. There was still some distance. Maybe, just maybe, what he learned from this travels would aid him. The speed. The endurance. The will. The mountain was to be conquered.