OOC: androph's superstrength ability was F grade. locke and evie are being directly attacked
mentions: [@supamusu][@Moonberry][@JonTheArchivist] [@Ducksworth] [@ImaginedBird]

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The chamber pulsed with the sorrowful mist, every breath dragging heavier with the weight of it. The fog clung close, curling around legs and arms like grasping hands. Sound seemed to warp in the haze, muffled and twisted, as though even voices did not want to carry far.

In that perfect stillness Yumi achieved, she seemed to melt into the mist. When Aramis glanced toward her again, she was simply gone, no trace but the faint swirl of fog where she had stood.

Androph’s struggles grew desperate as the choking water coiled tighter about him. He roared, muscles straining until his armor tore free in a violent rip. Metal splashed into the depths and the dwarf burst free of the grip that sought to drag him down. He staggered upright, drenched and panting, bare hide glistening with water and blood where the shards had cut him, but he was breathing again.

Near the entry, Evie’s hands would seal Locke's flesh beneath though the plates themselves gaped with cracks. Roscoe’s nose twitched furiously, but the dog gave a frustrated whine and shook his head, the mist bending every scent until none of it made sense.

Aramis's spell hummed in the microspace around him in the fog. The mist was not natural. It pulsed with an alchemical signature he knew: something refined, addictive, the kind of thing that burned a man hollow even as it granted him strength. It had seeped into this place, and the longer anyone lingered in it, the more likely cravings would take root.

Locke swept the haze with his visor, sensors crawling across the chamber. At last, movement flickered at the edge of his readout, a disturbance of form where there should be none. At the same moment, Yumi caught the faintest shadow slipping through the mist across the water’s surface. The mage was not gone. He was circling.

The air shifted. Water coalesced in the fog, rippling into a new assault. Shards hissed to life, not scattered this time but drawn into a focused spray aimed directly at Locke and Evie’s group. The attack came fast and sharp, cutting through the mist in a whistling arc.

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