Unbalanced

You call out loudly, and for a brief moment both figures turn to look at you, seemingly caught off guard. Pointing towards the rapidly collapsing masonry of the building, you try to focus the two on a way out of the situation. After a brief minute of surprise, however, both turn to ignore you again. However, the priestess acts a split-second faster, cracking the emerald cord across the warrior's cheastplate. There is an explosion of white light, and both are thrown backwards. The warrior crashes into a scale statue of a woman pouring water from a good, smashing through the stone and crumpling into a heap behind it. The priestess, hurled into the air, seemingly twists in place for a brief moment before falling to the chaos below.

Injured, you pull yourself to your feet, steading your hands along the carved bases of statues. A pain hums in the back of your head, and your vision dips between blurry and black. Lifting your hands, you see they are covered in a deep red, and your breathing comes in rattled gasps. With no real direction, you stumble to the edge of the platform, watching as larger and larger chunks of wall crumble into black shadow light. Eventually, you notice the walls completely fall away, and a searing white hot flame rise from the figures below. In a way, it's warmth is comforting even as your flesh sears away.