"Lenko!"
The shout cut through the din, the screech of bending metal, the trembling hum of a structure ready to fall, the roars of beasts clawing their way out. From below came the screams, caught and mangled by those beasts that had broken free.
Lenko jerked his head up just as the lance vibrated, an ominous hum that ran through the floor and into his bones, before it flew back toward the mercenary. The air whistled with its speed. He barely had time to duck before the weapon sliced past, the gust of wind it carried cutting against his cheek.
Olga was already moving.
He saw her sprinting around the edge of the crater, boots sliding over the rubble-strewn marble, her bow already drawn. "Don't just stay there!" she hisses, her voice sharp over the roar of echoing mana. She drew back her string, eyes narrowing in focus.
The mercenary turned his head toward the sound, too slow.
Another twang echoed.
