Dareth gritted his teeth, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
He forced himself to rise, staggering.
He turned toward where Tyven and Korin were.
They were still groaning on the ground.
"You two," he barked hoarsely.
"Get up."
Tyven coughed, electricity flickering weakly from his gauntlets.
"Damn... what the hell is she..."
"Shut up," Dareth snapped.
"Listen."
Korin leaned against the wall, clutching his side.
"I can barely stand..."
"We don't have a choice!"
Dareth growled, voice low and urgent.
"You saw it. One by one, she'll crush us."
Tyven wiped blood from his lip.
"You're saying we... fight together?"
Dareth nodded sharply.
"All three. At once. Overwhelm her. Otherwise?"
He glanced sideways.
Velra stood not far away, arms folded.
She was watching them like a cat with trapped mice.
Dareth's voice dropped. "Otherwise we all die here."
Korin winced, forcing himself upright.
"You better have a damn plan."
"Simple," Dareth said.
