Tressa stumbled as her control faltered, her portals flickering out as she tried to reorient herself. Ronnick cursed under his breath, his spiders scuttling into a defensive formation.
Rusuf turned his head slightly toward them, his expression calm but unyielding.
"You adapt well," he said quietly. "But not well enough."
The scarred fighter groaned from his position near the wall, his battered body trying to rise but failing. Tressa's liquid coiled at her feet, her hands trembling as she prepared another strike.
Ronnick's remaining spiders clustered closer, their legs clicking anxiously.
Rusuf's blade glimmered faintly as he stepped forward, his movements deliberate as he advanced on the trio. shock and tremor.
Tressa's hands trembled as she gathered her liquid, the black mass swirling and shifting in chaotic patterns. Her portals flickered faintly at her sides, each one unstable from the strain she was putting on them.
