"I'm coming!" Monty yelled back and then diver behind the barrier a few moments later with all the enthusiasm of a ball player sliding home, tangling in their legs and earning him a thwack from Simon in the process. Thus delivered, he turned back to Toby.
"She's too far, we gotta get closer," he insisted, eyeing the two closest barriers.
Sarah snickered, pop her head up long enough to stick out her tongue. "No, you won't, because I'm faaaaster," she called back, then ducked down. At this distance, it was mostly posturing anyhow, and really, the alleged point was to meet, face-off and then force a retreat, but the real point if this was that there was no point and no rules other than 'empty cans on each other and make a huge mess'.
Twisting back and forth on her stomach, she tucked a can in each back pocket of her shorts, shoved one down her shirt and then grabbed one for each hand. So armed, she slipped under the edge of the sheet so they wouldn't see her and army-crawled to the next obstacle, one side of a cardboard refrigerator box (that she'd nabbed from a close-by appliance place) taped to the wall in a somewhat lopsided perpendicular fashion.