After the pretty face came up to Gale with what was a suggestion of an ultimatum, everyone headed off further up the mountain. He decided to let Amarantha walk on her own, only because she could attack quicker without his arms blocking her movement and he was more mobile. The group traversed a mountain path, littered with gravel and charred rocks. If what the professors at the school taught was true, then a variety of strong Pokemon would make their home here: perhaps even causing the burning of so many rocks. But there was no way a Pokemon could emit the roar that just sounded. It had to have been the mountain sound, echoing off some surface strangely. Or a trick of his mind. Gale wasn't scared- on the surface, at any rate. In fact, he grinned a bit upon hearing it, taking it as a challenge by nature. Or, if it were a Pokemon that made the sound, it would be a challenge for Gale and Amarantha. The others could sit back while he kicked ass. He tapped his hand to his back pocket, feeling the knife there, ready to remove it if the challenge revealed its face. Oh, how he loved challenge.