[A moment after Waver's outburst, he'll find his hands and wrists enclosed by a much larger pair of hands. Rider grins down at the young mage.]

Where are we taking this, boy?

[Effortlessly, he tugs the sled in the direction Waver was trying to pull it, getting it started so they can steer it where it needs to be.

Leormon, meanwhile, is shoving rubble out from the direct path the sled's on, so it can go smoother.]