Round 66

The teal-eyed elf keeps her eyes glued to the screens floating before her, occasionally glancing at the entity looming through the floodwaters. "This isn't about speed versus power," she mutters under her breath as lines of code scroll past too fast for any but a trained eye. "It's about not triggering every security protocol in this corporate hellhole." Her fingers dance across the interface, inputting commands with practiced precision even as the water laps at her platform's edge. "Thirty seconds—give me thirty damn seconds or I swear by all the data gods that your next software update will be riddled with my little surprises," she hisses, not bothering to look up from her work.