Round 107

Merrin's voice cuts through the groaning stone and rushing water. "Varikka!" She stands at the edge of the rapidly-filling pit, mace raised, staring down at the thrashing tentacle beneath the murky surface. The water climbs her boots now, cold and fast. Seraphine watches from the relative safety of higher ground, her sharp eyes tracking Merrin's every movement. "Wait!" She calls out, too late. Merrin doesn't hesitate—she knows Varikka is running out of air down there. With a grunt, she swings the heavy mace into the water where the tentacle disappeared last.