But this was precisely the weather to which Halatir was suited, and he made good time, moving quickly down the mountain looking for an overhang on the trail. After a few minutes search, he found exactly such a spot. Here the mountain leaned directly over the path, with snow piled in large heaps above and below the lip of the mountain. Placing two on the trail itself, and holding onto the other grenade for the time being, Halatir tried to light the fuses.
His first two attempts failed, the wind blowing out the match the moment a spark formed, but on the third he was successful .Swiftly touching flame to fuse, he ignited the bombs on the trail, which hissed and began to burn. The final grenade he also lit, but then threw it straight down the trail, where its weight cause it to sink into the deep snow.
Then Halatir ran.
With a rush of flame and a fizzle of smoke, the bombs went off with a dull thud. The sound of the detonation echoed through the mountains, reaching the ears of the party far ahead of Halatir. After half a moment, a white mass above the running elf behind to move…