Halk suggested holding everyone on his shoulders, with his feet wide apart (Van Damm style) over the pressure plate in front of the door. Chani withdrew to the back of the room, ready to pounce on an unsuspecting pressure plate.
"Ready!" shouted Chani, nervous with anticipation (and from being physically ripped from the same square she's shared with the other champions for over thousands of hours). The rest of our happy team climbed on top of Halk creating an inverse human(ish) pyramid.
"Grrrr Go!" shouted a profusely sweating Halk, and Chani stepped forward. Sure enough with the grinding of cogs and a squeaking of metal on stone, our portcullis opened up. Halk's strained muscles could take no more and he pounced into the opening but the combination of being too quick and the sheer number of bodies on top hindered his advance. He managed to get a gauntlet under the door but it was useless. "Halk was premature!" shouted a falling Elija, "Not an un common occurence", noted an upside down Syra. "Should have listened to me!" shouted a disgusted Stamm, who had landed in Darouu's groinal region.