Marza went out to get some bubble tea, because there's this really nice bubble tea place downtown and, sue her, she likes treats. Her roommate decided to come along too, and she tolerated that because it'd really be more trouble than it was worth not to. So they're sitting there, Marza and Mi-cha, Mi-cha chattering about whatever K-pop boy or esper or other dumb celebrity subspecies she cares about right now and Marza waiting for their drinks to be ready.

And then a portal opens up under their feet, and they're clattering into a fucking dungeon, patio chairs and all. It's some kind of crypt. Full of walking skeletons. With medieval weaponry.

Mi-cha is screaming and clutching a twisted ankle. Marza is crouching and noticing that their table fell apart on impact, and that its central support column is: A) made of wrought iron or a decent imitation thereof, and B) pretty sturdy-looking in se despite the shoddy construction.

So obviously she takes it and whips it, high velocity, at a skeleton's center mass.