[Drianna and Brooks]
As Brooks and Drianna faced off against the WMC, their determination burned brightly despite the odds stacked against them. The creature had been relentless, but so were they.
The WMC, its form partially destabilized from the barrage of Drianna's attacks, hissed in frustration. It was wounded and disoriented, but it still posed a significant threat.
Brooks and Drianna exchanged a quick glance, a silent communication of their shared resolve. With a nod, they sprang into action.
Drianna, her hands still crackling with energy, lunged at the WMC with agility and determination. Her strikes were calculated and precise, aimed at the creature's vulnerable spots. Each blow she landed elicited a pained, otherworldly screech from the WMC.