Sierra spent the next few minutes just circling the pitch and waiting for another heavy rainfall of rocks to come down. She saw plenty rocks, alright. It was just getting to them before the others that was slowing down the progress. There were just way too many people out here at once, and the last thing Sierra wanted to do is to end up hit by a rock from knocking into somebody.

After circling the pitch a few more times, Sierra gave up on the skirting the edge and headed back into the thick of things. She gasped as a group of Puffers nearly hit her head on. She wanted to yell at them to watch where they were going, but she had a feeling they'd never hear her. Sighhh... Why did it suddenly seem like she was getting nowhere at all? At least she hadn't lost any rocks yet...