The growing base now obscured the looming, boiling white tower gyrating gradually under a vast cap of high cloud who's underside became laden with mammatus. The top's anvil shape too broad to be visually grasped. The breeze had intensified, surrounding grass outlining a stream of inflowing winds feeding the approaching beast. A startled Duenner spotted a Dactyl arrowing in on the wind towards the rock dike. The winged creature soared up and over the rampart, vanishing out of view.