Round 720

The ground shuddered violently beneath them both, sending fresh dust billowing into the air and raining small stones down around their heads like deadly hail. Merrin yelled "Now!" And with every ounce of strength remaining in her battered body, Varrika pushed against those crumbling stones alongside her—her combined effort somehow managing to hold back the inevitable collapse long enough for both women to draw desperate gasps of relief as the worst seemed momentarily averted.

But she knew this reprieve wouldn't last long; each passing second brought new instability as more weight shifted above them. The sound of grinding stone filled their ears, punctuated by the occasional ominous crack that sent fresh fear coursing through her veins. She needed solutions fast—solutions that required brains over brawn given her current limitations.

Her mind raced through possibilities even as she maintained pressure against the wall beside Merrin, searching for any option beyond simply waiting to be crushed alive...