OOC: Locke's ranged ability has no range on it so that was a blessing this time around.  Evie's fairly hurt from the suicide charge.
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Evie’s charge carried her through the worst of the shards. The water blades struck her arms, her side, her legs, each cut shallow but burning like fire and leaching her strength. She staggered through but she left a trail of blood that spread into the pool around her.

Yumi read the water as if it spoke to her. The faint ripple gave the mage away. Her scythe flashed in a perfect circle, and the mist tore with him. His body was cut clean through, and the pieces slid silently beneath the water. His presence in the room ended in that same instant, leaving behind only the sorrow he had stirred.

Locke’s visor gave him ghosts to aim at. He would fire rounds that bit into the water and stone instead rather than his allies that neither he nor they knew were in his line of fire rather than the slain mage.

Aramis’s mixture hissed and steamed where it spread across the shallow pool. The reaction pushed against the mist, seemingly burning pockets of it away until the center of the chamber came into view. Faces carved into the stone pillars visible as they dripped steadily, their endless tears feeding the pool. 

Androph stormed into the space with hammer raised, only to find no enemy left to smash. His armor hung in tatters, his skin soaked and his breath ragged, but he stood among friends once more. The struggle had wrung the water’s grip from him.

The mist thinned, the clutching currents in the water eased, and the room’s cruel hold broke. What remained was still heavy with damp sorrow, but it no longer pressed into their lungs. They could move again, they could see again, and they could breathe without choking on grief.

At the far end of the room, the next path revealed itself. A passage stretched into darkness, mist curling toward them from its darkness. The labyrinth was not yet done with them, and the way forward was open.