Round 847

The sound of heavy footsteps pounding through water echoes down the narrow tunnel ahead, getting closer by the second. Merrin braces her shoulder against Varikka's side to help support the dwarf woman's weight, her own legs spread wide for balance against the rushing current. "Fuck!" she hisses under her breath. "Come on, come on—" The stone door ahead groans under the pressure of the water flow, its ancient hinges straining. Merrin reaches out with one hand to grip the frame, fingers finding purchase on slick carved stone as she leans forward. "Elric! Get this thing open!" She can feel Varikka's injured ankle dragging through the water beside her, every step a obvious struggle.