The Rubber Mat Barrier

The indoor wool cavern was conquered, so we prowled out toward Clifton Hill! Right at the entrance of a roaring souvenir arcade, a massive black rubber scraper mat guarded the concrete threshold. Its surface bristled with hundreds of stiff rubber nibs pointing straight up at our boots! We did not sidestep the field of spikes. We lunged with a guttural roar, driving our heavy clawed soles straight into the prickly terrain. The dense rubber grooved under our stomping mass, squeaking loudly against our claws as we shoved our weight forward, grinding the stubborn nubs flat under our stance. The entrance answers to our tread!