Jacques turned around and hefted a plank of wood with his magic over his head. It was tied to two lengths of ancient, frayed rope that looked like they would snap under any amount of strain. He lifted it up and over himself so that the ropes rested on his withers and the plank across his chest. Thorax just looked at him oddly, the expression of confusion obvious even with her eyes covered as they were. It took Jacques a minute to realise he looked a tad ridiculous. He chuckled lightly. “Unless you plan on lying there in a pile for the rest of your life, you aren’t going to be able to get anywhere like this. So get on, and I’ll pull you the rest of the way.”