Round 40

The sound of heavy impacts thudding against stone echoes through the chamber, growing louder and more insistent with each passing moment. Dust continues to sift from the already damaged ceiling, settling over everything in a fine layer of grey powder. Merrin coughs as she pushes herself upright, her head spinning and vision blurring for a second before clearing. She finds herself propped against Seraphine’s side, the wizard’s arm wrapped firmly around her waist in support.

"Fuck," The halfling groans, pressing a hand to her temple where a growing lump throbs painfully. "What hit me?"