A machine that calls to mind a huge green caterpillar the same hue as the mountainous terrain camouflages it. It's both a vehicle and a weapon for the Mountain Folk. It doesn't snap even a single tree as it slowly advances, its body growing thinner as it twists its way through tighter spaces as if it weighed nothing. Fifteen feet in diameter and over thirty feet long, it has to weigh in excess of three tons. When the sides of it slowly split open, great folding scythes appear. Easily twenty to twenty-five feet long, they are undoubtedly used for mowing through trees and carving through rock. The friction of the scythes cutting through trees is so great, it causes the wood to catch on fire. Stabbed through its wrinkled back by D, the Caterpillar leaps into a giant crevasse between the trees.