Round 141

Merrin's heart pounds in her chest as she watches Seraphine's desperate leap fall short, the warrior crashing into a pile of rubble with a sickening thud. The creature holding Varikka tightens its grip, dragging her inexorably towards the dark waters below. No, no, no! Merrin thinks frantically, her mind racing as she tries to come up with a solution. She can't just stand here and watch while her friend is pulled into god knows what. With a grim determination, Merrin wades deeper into the water, her heavy mace held at the ready. The cold liquid laps at her thighs now, and she can feel something slimy brushing against her legs beneath the surface. What the hell is going on? Varikka gasps, still clinging to Merrin for dear life. I don't know, Merrin replies through gritted teeth, but we need to move—fast. She has to think fast, to find some way out of this rapidly flooding hellhole before it's too late...