Nothing for it, he'd have to try and stop it with mere strength.
He wasn't the strongest of men. Still they'd be trapped in there if he couldn't stop it. If the statue didn't move the block... He tried to feel for an edge, as it would be easier to grab a hold there, if he could move the thing out of alignment...
Was that the edge?
He tried to grab hold, and pulled. Tried to pull the thing out of alignment. Tried to stop the thing from moving. He put his legs into it. His back into it. His all, the frustration of this journey into a Gods forsaken tomb, of the life that hadn't turned out the way his parents would have wanted, every wrong turn and embarrassment of his short life, all into keeping that block from coming down. His muscles stood out like chords, and his heart pounded in his ears, but on he struggled.
OOC:
10:43, Today: Nivor Scin rolled 45 using 1d100 ((45)).
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