Round 501

Water splashes against Merrin's back as she scrambles up the ledge, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the wet stone. "Fuck!" she gasps, her heart hammering in her chest. "What just happened?" Varrika hauls herself onto the narrow shelf with a pained groan, her injured ankle throbbing viciously. "The ceiling collapsed," the dwarf woman snarls, gritting her teeth against the pain. "We need to get moving—now." She reaches down with one hand, her face tight with determination and agony. "Unless you fancy a swim?"