"Everyone, focus!" Eleanor's voice cut through the clash of water and snarls. "Points mean nothing if we don't survive. Jaciara… move faster!"
The urgency in her tone jolted Maíra, Joshua, and Kiara. Their scattered minds snapped back into sharp focus. Fists, claws, and bursts of water met the river beasts again and again, until they stopped counting distance altogether. The world had narrowed to the press of monsters, the small platform beneath their boots, and the need to endure.
At last, the attacks thinned. When the river finally spat them onto the far bank, they staggered forward, battered, bruised, and soaked in blood. Their stamina faltered; every breath ragged. Though the enchanted academy robes dried the river water within minutes, they could do little to mend the cuts and bruises, especially the raw scratches across their hands.
