Round 250

Jeane catches Merrin as they tumble down the chute, her wings beating frantically against the falling debris. The ground slams into them both with bruising force, knocking the wind from their lungs and sending stars exploding across their vision. "Fuck—are you alright?!" Jeane gasps out, rolling Merrin off her as she struggles to sit up through the pain. Her head throbs in time with her pulse, a fresh wave of nausea making it hard to focus. The magic backlash from that failed binding spell sends phantom sensations crawling across her skin—

Merrin blinks awake with a groan, her head throbbing as she tries to piece together what happened. For a moment she's disoriented, unsure where she is or how she got here. The last thing she remembers is falling down that cursed chute with Jeane—