As his hand felt a tug, The striker let out a sigh. He should have known better. Soon the vine would be suspending him in the air, aided by the strength of old lumber and leverage. More vines came towards him. He swung his weight around if only to give himself a short moment to work. By now, the satchel fell to the ground, the kerosene lamp giving a gentle sound of broken glass. So much for conserving fuel.

With his free hand, the striker cut his other arm free with his claws rather than waste energy on the warp-cut he was so fond of. He was almost instantly wrapped in more vines. Finally, he managed to dislodge himself, it but only for a moment, and pick up the satchel he dropped. Before he was bound again, he struck a match, lighting up a sheet of kerosene-soaked cloth and wrapped it around his arm. The vines naturally shrunk away from the flames: self preservation and all that, as did most wild animals in fact. The flames would hardly even effect the striker in truth. The science was that by wrapping the cloth around his arm, he had insulated himself from the fire for a short time. On top of that, the Kerosene fuel was what burned, not the cloth, and as the fuel burned, it was naturally wicked to the surface to continue burning. Hopefully by now, the vines would give up on trying to strangle something that was on fire...

"He said the camp was safe. But he might make you uncomfortable or embarrass you." Gunnhilde looked at Lily. "You also wouldn't be helping get us back to our homes. But if you did go out, and something attacked you, could you defend yourself?"

Up to this point, Magnhild had been sitting in the Hall of Mess, eating quietly. She had been challenged by Loki before and knew that these trials would require mental and emotional fortitude as well as physical prowess. She looked over at the other two women. "Gunnhilde makes an excellent point. Do you have any sort of martial training, Lily?"

Jourgun gave Loki a odd smile setting off in the distance of the ruins the area going from a lively green wood to a mostly rock landscape. He had left his raptor pouch behind as he made his way through the ruins..looking for a door. " Loki has a surpise for me...cool."

Without much thought to it, Rift opened the door, a defiance to his stance that said it was time to start. He left the flaming rag just outside to burn out and die in the mud. The distinct smell of kerosene wafting through the air, then quickly dieing. He still had another blanket's worth of cloth soaked in fuel on him, but for the challenge, he assumed he'd be able to get by with just himself. He left the makeshift satchel inside the door, off tot he side of the frame, then closed the way shut. His tail flicked the air like a cat's, and sparks raced through the air giving a faint light and glow. When he thought he had taken in the surroundings of the area properly, he gave a nod, and sought out instructions, written, verbal, or situational.

Gunnhilde considered. "Hmmm, party tailored to plot? Could be. Of course, most of the time that trope doesn't have anyone completely useless on the team. It may be that Loki knows more than you do about your powers."

Looking over to Jerros, she asked, "Do you want to come with us after you're done, or are you going to be, you should pardon the expression, the 'lone wolf'?"

The rules seemed simple. This was a math game of sorts, but the majority of the tiles were hidden. That still left lingering doubt as to the rules at which the game was played. He could assume there would be consequences to simply stepping over tiles, but it was also possible the rules were all in his head, and the joke was that he'd be moving super carefully across a short hallway when the real challenge might be just "left, middle, or right". First thing's first though: he tried tearing a small portal open to test if his power functioned in this small place.

"Thinking time... There are 3 numbers at the end. 42, 114, and 432. Whether it's addition or multiplication is an unknown. One can infer however, the size of 432, and the presence of a 0 tile as a sort of reset button would suggest that the operation in question is multiplication... To reach 42, I would need a 2, a 3, a 7, and a lot of 1, or a zero reset part way through. To reach 114 I would need a 2, a 3, and a 19, and just as many 1's or a mid-path reset... 432 breaks down to 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, and again, many 1's." The striker took to looking past the first few tiles that were available to instead, look for a path from the end that backtracked following those multiples. After-all, it was possible that two, three, or even four tiles each led to the end point at each door. Trial and error... Any zeroes near the doors were treated as potential resets. By reaching the door in the smallest possible moves, he could check his theory on multiplication, while still having enough potential steps remaining to test addition as well. All this pre-planning was assuming he could even see the other tiles before starting.

Magnhild eyed the wolfman, then grasped his forearm in the traditional warrior's way. "Agreed. Though you are of Fenrir, you are not the beast itself. I can cooperate to gain release from this place."

She looked over at Gunnhilde. "Do you have a direction you wish to proceed in first?"

"Alright then." Jourgun started swinging for the skeletens skulls at the top spicificly. Hopeing he was refering to a soft spot.

Jourgun was blocking and parrying blows like a master his mace swinging to the skelotons as he danced aroung them with only one left standing before him he placed his mace onto his back."Bring it." He allowed the being to charge him again, his strong hands grasping at its wristss pulling hard until its non sheilded arm was yanked off and he gave it a headbut bashing its face in until it was nothing more then a white bowl.

Gunnhilde pointed toward the (presumed) airplane she'd sensed. "That way, until we find something interesting." She chose her path to avoid undergrowth as much as possible, but kept her diamond blade handy to cut through what she needed to.