Round 109

Jeane’s fingers moved with practiced precision over the arcane interface projected before her, maintaining the complex web of magical fields that held Hera suspended against the wall. The electrical aura crackling around the blonde’s head flickered ominously as Jeane adjusted parameters, a visible shimmer in the air where her power gripped flesh and bone. “Hush now,” she commanded, voice low and steady despite the strain visible in the set of her jaw. “You’re not helping anything with that noise.” The gag-field tightened fractionally in response to Hera’s muffled protests, cutting off her stream of demands mid-sentence. Jeane turned her attention away from the struggling woman, fixing instead on Silra standing guard by the door. “You heard my orders,” she stated flatly, crimson eyes narrowing as she gauged the other woman’s compliance.