The stone flowed past MK as they moved through the deep rock. With MK holding firm against a force that would have ripped them apart, were they human.

"Our forces are gathering on the surface"

The words that the General had said before she ran came to the forefront of MKs mind, and a plan began to form.

If the "forces" are at the surface, then MK will lead this creature there, if they want this thing dead then they can help themselves.

If there was any part of MK that made this plan as payback for being thrown into the maw of a giant monster...

MK began guiding the thing, by placing the heel of the palm on the chin of the monster and pushing up, the creature tilted its head back and was easily directed. Like a big dumb animal.

It thrashed and bucked, but MK had a firm grip. It was a clinch, tight enough to stay secure, but too tight for either of them to get the leverage to strike.

The thing, of course, fought back.

It thrashed and twisted as it rose, trying to throw off MK or gain control. But MK was latched on like a barnacle, and like a politician given a briefcase full of hush money, MK wasn't letting go.

Higher and higher they climbed, the thing twisting as they rose.

Until finally...