Round 608

Varrika's voice cuts through the tension like a blade. "We don't have time for negotiations!" She snarls, her good hand gripping Merrin's shoulder as she leans heavily against the wall. The countdown timer glows ominously in the gloom, ticking down with agonizing slowness. 28... 27... The dwarf woman's face is a mask of pain and fury, her scarred features twisted into a grimace. "Fuck this noise. We're not dying here because some psycho wants to play games!" She hisses through clenched teeth, blood from her injured wrist smearing across Merrin's leathers. "Move! Now!"