Althior crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. "Ahem, since when were you the one who gave out orders? I may be a bit dark right now, but I still give orders here!" He thought over the ideas, "Alright, William, you go burn the bridge. Spag and Isabella, go cover the hole and line the bottom with spikes, since we probably need two people to do that. Xander and I will finish the catapult, after we go get some rocks to be the counterweight. You three who are too tired to do anything else, keep a lookout. We're not getting any younger here, so let's move!"