Arkanne, the High Minister of A' Tenir (a character of the story I'm making), steps out of nowhere. Dressed in a black suit, the Leopard walked casually to the hill and put his hands behind his back, eying us. He smiled and said quietly, "I claim this hill in the name of A' Tenir," and blows us with off with a snap, sending a burst of wind smacking us off five hundred feet.
I eye my hilly-rivals and smile, "Let's go show him what's what!" and we charge.