Round 383 Transcript

As Varikka charges forward with her mace, the Guardian's robes billow outward, its form expanding to fill the corridor. The air crackles with electricity as it summons another bolt of dark energy, which hurtles towards Varikka with deadly precision. With a surge of adrenaline, Varikka leaps to the side, avoiding the bolt by mere inches. The force of the impact sends her stumbling back, her mace flying out of her hand and clattering to the stone floor. The Guardian's dark energy swirls around Varikka, threatening to immobilize her entirely. Varikka's vision blurs as the energy closes in, but she knows she can't give up. With a desperate cry, she lunges forward, her hands scrabbling against the Guardian's robes. The fabric tears beneath her fingers, and for a moment, the darkness recedes, giving Varikka a glimmer of hope. But the respite is short-lived, as the Guardian raises its arm once more, ready to deliver the final blow.

Merrin's eyes fly open wide as she sees Varikka lunging at the Guardian, her mace still raised high. The rogue's heart pounds in her chest as she watches the fighter charge forward, her own dagger clutched tightly in her hand.

"Varikka!" Merrin shouts, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the Guardian's dark energy. She knows it's a desperate move, but she can't bring herself to fault the fighter for trying to save them.