Round 7

Varrika lunges forward with her mace, the heavy weapon whistling through the air as she aims for the abomination’s skull. The divine runes on her weapon flare with blinding light, a testament to Halie's blessing and the cleric's own unwavering faith. "For the Goddess!" she roars, putting every ounce of her dwarven strength into the blow. The mace connects with a sickening crunch of splintering bone, and for a moment, it seems like the undead horror might stumble. But then—

With an inhuman shriek that makes the very air vibrate, the abomination lashes out with one massive arm. Varikka tries to dodge, but she's committed too far into her attack. The blow catches her squarely in the chest, sending her flying backward as if struck by a giant’s fist. "Varikka!" Merrin screams, her crossbow forgotten as she watches her friend and protector tumble across the ground, the wind knocked out of her.

Seraphine reacts instantly, her hands moving in complex patterns as she begins weaving a spell. Blue energy crackles around her fingers, coalescing into a shimmering barrier that she thrusts outward. "Behind me!" she shouts, her voice tight with concentration. The magical shield expands rapidly, enveloping Merrin and herself just as the abomination takes another lumbering step forward.

Jeane stands frozen for a heartbeat, her demonic nature screaming at her to flee this unholy presence. But then she sees Varikka struggling to rise, blood streaming from a gash on her forehead. "No," she hisses through clenched teeth, and suddenly the air around her is alive with crackling arcane energy. "You don't get to hurt my friends."