Round 157

The building screamed its last protest—a sound like a mountain groaning its final breath. The wardstone pulse slammed through the walls like a physical blow, timbers shrieking and concrete weeping dust. Jeane stumbled forward, her barrier spell flickering so violently that the air itself rippled with distortion. "FUCK!" she snarled, hands flying out to catch herself against the wall. The motion pressed her breasts hard against her arms—trapped milk leaked through her shirt in fresh streams, soaking into the fabric between her tits and armpit.

The spell was shredding her concentration cell by cell, each pulse demanding more energy than she could safely channel without... consequences. "Everyone DOWN!" Silra shouted, already moving to tackle Hera around the waist. The elf hit the floor hard, momentum carrying them both into a slide across the lubricant-slick tiles toward the far wall. Silra wrapped herself around Hera protectively as they skidded—her body shielding the civilian from the worst of it.

Halie scrambled backward, burned hands screaming...