Philza felt the wind slap across his face, but his fingers dug deeper into the rock. It was some strange instinct that drove him further up the mountain. He clung to the earth as rough gusts shoved him back and forth. Squinting against the wind, he reached a hand up to the next foothold- good thing he grabbed the root at the moment he did, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to secure his body in time for the stone under his foot crumbling.