Round 92 Transcript

I watch the sparks leap between Hera's hand and my barrier field, her fingers tightening around that lube bottle despite the electrical warning. Silra's voice cuts through sharply from behind me—her rogue instincts honed by years of sneaking and thievery. She doesn't trust easily, especially not with hostages involved. "You're putting Abby in danger," I say to Hera, my voice cool but laced with something darker beneath. "The barrier field is unstable near the edges. One wrong move and that electricity could fry you both." I gesture toward Silra with a flick of my wrist—her stance says she's already calculating angles for infiltration or escape. "Your friend here has more sense than to rush into unknown hazards."

Silra meets my gaze steadily, her posture shifting subtly as if ready to pounce on the slightest misstep from me or anyone else. She knows what I am—not just a demonic sorceress, but something hungrier and more dangerous—and she's not wrong to be cautious. I turn back to Hera, noting how Abby has retreated toward Silra for safety. Good instincts there, girl. You should stick with the one who can handle herself in tight spots instead of following your impulsive friend into danger. I let my eyes linger on Hera a moment too long, making sure she sees the calculation behind them. "You want to help Abby? Let me deal with this," I say, and there's no room for argument in my tone. "You're out of your depth here."

I watch Hera yank that lube bottle through Jeane's barrier like she's got nerves of steel—or just isn't thinking straight at all. The electricity crackling around her fingers doesn't seem to register; she's too focused on whatever misguided rescue plan is running in her head. The Succubus across from me looks ready to snap, her field humming with barely contained power. I know that look—Jeane isn't just pissed off, she's genuinely worried about Abby getting caught up in this. But the way she's throwing her weight around? That's a recipe for disaster.