The door slides open to a large room, in the middle of which is a fancy cloak on a tailor's dummy. Across the room, Creig and his gang are staring at a different door, until the orange-haired girl in the yellow shirt turns around, tugs on Creig's jacket and points.
"Shit! They said you'd be coming in this way." They all rush toward the mannequin, except Chi-Chi, who watches puzzled for a second or two before realizing she probably is supposed to join them.

"Three rounds, Team 1," The Host says. "You have three rounds to claim the cloak, while Team 2 does their best to stop you."

Lorenzo runs straight for the mannequin, ignoring his own potential safety to reach it and going full bore right at it.
(Going full dash at the cloak.)

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Unit charges the other team.  No need to beat them to the prize if they're all dead!

Jennifer was excited, it all came down to this. A race, an obstacle course and a puzzle all in one.

It looked like her friends could handle the other team for the most part, but the puzzle itself could be a problem. She knew that she herself, despite her passion for these kinds of games, wasn't exactly the best at them, as her cult youth group's difficulties on their visit to Malbolge's most infamous "Escape the Pit" challenge could show.

She quickly made the assumption that of all of them Shiori would be best to deal with puzzles. After all she was a rogue, rogues were all about things like that, weren't they? She wasn't sure if that was a stereotype.

These were questions best resolved at a later date though.
"Dear Lord Asmodeus. Thank you, with your help, we've nearly claimed this cloak in your mighty name. We just need to get to it. Thus I call upon you to aid my friend Shiori in figuring out a way to get to it. She's a rogue, so I have faith in her but of course all actions can be improved with your close watch and guidance. Thank you. Nos Nihil Ante Vos." 

Shiori could hear a voice in her head, something urging her, both with good advice on whatever subject that came to her mind, mixed with frequent mentions of how to give in to her evil urges and surrender her soul to hell. It was hardly compelling, but somewhat disturbing.

(Cast Guidance. Shiori can add +1d4 to her next skill check.)

t'Nee shouts to the others as a free action, "There's some sort of force field blocking me from getting to the cloak!" and then hops down on the party's side of the forcefield, hoping it will grant him cover from the oncoming team 2. He readies his spear to pounce at any member of team 2 who reaches his team's side of the force field.