Sweet-Scented Chaos

We descend into sweet-scented chaos, pineapple triangles scattered across the tiled floor. Everything is dripping water, including Felicia, who got a tad too close to one of the elementals.

“Akheron!” the nun bellows, stripping off her cotton robe to reveal a gold bodysuit of slick, gold metal.

I raise my eyebrows then Rach rushes past.

“Erd!” she roars.

A heat-warped shimmer, and I lunge, grab Rach and twist sideways. Heat, a hundred times hotter than yesterday’s horrid weather, flashes past us.

“Is that a rocket launcher?!” Felicia squeaks, delighted.

I roll, rise. Three heavily-armed goblins face us across the room.