Round 121 Transcript

I strain against my magical bonds, fury and fear coursing through me as Jeane works her dark magic on poor Abigail. I can see the strain in Jeane's face, the effort of maintaining such complex spells. Silra is right, it won't last. I have to act now, before this goes any further. With a surge of strength, I throw myself at the barrier, feeling the energy bite into my skin as I push through. The pain is intense but I barely feel it, adrenaline and desperation masking everything except the need to stop Jeane before it's too late.