[I]"Shit... shit, Varrina... Varrina, open your eyes!"[/I]

It was unmistakable in pitch and inflection.

[I]"volumus veritas!"[/I]

It really wasn't a dream. It was Amis and David, trying to rouse Varrina and shouting a victory line before firing off a glass shattering round of ammo that awoke the girl abruptly, even if she hadn't actually been asleep or unconscious. She quickly regained her senses and remembered the earlier events. The sentient darkness that had caged the group like it had a malevolent will of its own. The dancing wave of water that crashed into the team at the whim of a man who had evolved beyond human comprehension. The gun that had been washed from her hand because Varrina had been caught by complete surprise at being attacked with an element that was nowhere to be seen beforehand. That's when it hit her - the gun. It had indeed been washed away, along with any hope she'd had of possibly surviving the ordeal. That is, until she took a look around at the current situation. 

Everyone had lobbied attacks at the inhuman assailant, but Ellie had strewn her weapon in favor of a crucifix she'd sent flying towards the enemy. And as luck would have it, the discarded weapon had slid right next Varrina's still shaking hand. She only gazed for a second before human instinct took over. She didn't want to die. That was the long and short of it. That was all there was to consciously think about. Death at this moment would have been about as untimely as a second period that month and there was no way neither one of those things was going to happen in Varrina's mind. Wildly grabbing the weapon, she hastily pulled back the slide, cocked the hammer, and squeezed hard twice as the second recoil caused a loss of grip strength and sent the gun flying backwards away from the still sprawled woman in the purple hoodie. 

Varrina only hoped and prayed that her shots would hit their mark in some form or fashion. There was a good chance that everyone would be wiped out if not even one of the attacks were successful.