Round 70

Silra moves between Jeane and Abby with fluid grace, her hand still searching for the missing blade. I don't think so, succubus. You're not touching her. Her eyes flick to Hera beside the door—Hera who looks torn between protecting her friend and her own obvious fear of what's happening. Silra knows that kind of hesitation can be fatal when dealing with a creature like Jeane. Abby, get behind me. She keeps her voice low but firm, trying to project calm control even as her mind races through possibilities. If she can't find her knife, then she needs to use something else—her magic, her words, anything. This doesn't have to end badly for anyone. Jeane's wings shift restlessly behind her, and Silra feels a fresh wave of adrenaline spike through her system.

Jeane tilts her head slightly, amusement dancing in those crimson eyes. Oh? And what exactly do you plan to do without your little toy, elf? She gestures lazily at the empty space where Silra's blade should be. You're outmatched here—both physically and magically. But I admire your... protective instincts. It's almost quaint how you think you can stand between me and what I want. The room temperature seems to rise a degree or two as Jeane focuses her attention fully on Silra, the air thickening with an almost visible wave of pheromones and subtle magical pressure.

Silra grits her teeth against the sudden rush of heat and arousal that floods her system—Jeane's succubus powers are working overtime. I don't need a blade to put you down, demon. She draws on her own magic reserves, letting them pool around her hands in shimmering teal energy. I've dealt with your kind before. You might be stronger than most, but I've got more experience than you think. Her fingers crackle with arcane power as she maintains the shield between Jeane and Abby.

Jeane laughs, a sound like wind chimes in summer breeze. Such bluster! But very well—if you insist on playing hero, then let's dance. Her own hands come up, fingers curling as if grasping something invisible. I'll make you a deal, little elf: step aside and let me tend to Abby's... needs, and I won't have to hurt you.