We have our 6 X 4 group of individuals cram towards the cart, with Wuuf scurrying underneath before-hand to knock out the wedges. All stop around the thing encircling it, with Daroou, Halk, Stamm and Azizi at the back.
"One!" All grasped the cart, then heaved backwards. "Two!" With the trolins advancing, the cart moved forwards, then back. "Three!" With the scraping of claws and hobnailed boots on the floor the cart lurched forward. The first row immediately jumped into the front of the cart, with the petite Tiggy suddenly in charge of steering it with some reins.
The cart picked up speed, with the distance between them and the trolins rapidly reducing. "Go! Go!" The last row of champions clambered into the back of the cart, with Azizi's legs flung up in the air due to a misjudged summersault.
The trolins stopped their advance, brains worked, wooden clubs were dropped and some trousers were soiled.
The cart accelerated, veered, then bumped over the first trolin to the collective cheering of our champions, and much congratulating and patting of Tiggy on the back started.