The Sunspire immune to this

the shadow spoke, and marauder brought his steps to an anchored halt. there he sought the wind, nose wriggling to fill his lungs of his mountain top companion. a mental pen quickly scribbled the position of the sun, of the stranger, of the way the wind blew. of the distance between them, of the emptiness of the surrounding air and of any necessary escape routes. 

he noted the way the man spoke, of his stone-etched confidence. marauder deemed him a cliffwalker. a low rumbled brewed in the solider's chest at the questions, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "all of the above?" he challenged with a teasing glimmer of pearly teeth.

he planted his paws firm and stood as a gargoyle atop this stone summit.