a diversion

"I'm on it!" Jorrik shouted. Leaning back with all his might, he hurled his sword at the outcrop above the valkyrie. It flew through the air as if it was guided by the winds themselves and sunk straight into a gap between the stones. A trickle of gravel and dust poured out, and the boulder being held in place moved a few inches. The runes on the
rock flashed pink, as if they were excited by this. More, he needed more. "Luna, use your witchcraft to move more of those rocks!"

"Hey big guy," he called to the Jotun. "Bet you a mug of ale you can't hit that boulder out!"