Round 75 Transcript

Silra watches Jeane's wings unfurl with the cold precision of someone observing a dangerous tool being mishandled. The electrical discharge is predictable—the insulation clearly compromised—but the display of power is less so. "Those aren't decorations, Jeane," she says, voice flat despite the rising heat in her own blood. "Unless you've suddenly become an electrician instead of a succubus specializing in pleasure, I'd suggest you fold them away before someone gets hurt." She steps closer to the tunnel entrance, eyes on Hera's hesitant form rather than Jeane's impressive wingspan. "And as for you,"—she jerks her chin toward the cleric —"if Halie can't fix that wiring in two seconds flat, then what good is she? This is why we don't let civilians handle our escape routes."

I spread my wings wider, the electricity arcing between their feathers creating a living barrier at the tunnel entrance. The crackle of high-voltage energy filled the air as Hera hesitated just inside the passage. "Absolutely not," I said firmly to her. "That wiring is unstable and you have no business in there unless you want to be a cautionary tale."