Round 69

Sister Hale's eyes snapped into focus, her gaze darting between the massive chitinous limb and Gravedigger Renn, who struggled beneath its grasp. The air was heavy with tension as she gritted her teeth, her voice low and urgent. "Renn, stay close!" Her grip on his shoulders tightened, but it was clear that even her strength couldn't hold back the relentless assault. The unseen force dragged them deeper into the alley, forcing Sister Hale to crane her neck back, her silver holy symbol clutched tightly in one hand as she tried to keep her balance.