Round 135 Transcript

Hera's eyes narrow as she watches Jeane's finger hover menacingly over Abby's chest. Her gaze darts between the succubus and her helpless friend, pulse pounding. Every instinct screams at her to lunge forward, to tear Abby away from whatever dark magic Jeane is weaving. But the shimmering fields holding her captive might as well be made of solid steel. "Abby," Hera tries to call out, but only a choked whimper escapes her lips. Panic rises in her throat like bile. She strains against her bonds until the ropes bite into her skin, until pain lances up her arms and legs. But she doesn't stop fighting. She can't. Not while Abby is in danger. Jeane's chuckle sends ice through Hera's veins. The succubus traces a lazy circle around one of Abby's nipples, a cruel smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "Now, now, Hera. No need to make such a fuss. Your little friend is enjoying herself quite thoroughly."

Silra steps between Jeane and Hera, her hand still resting on Jeane's back, feeling the Succubus's rapid pulse beneath the skin. "Your field is collapsing," she says quietly, voice steady despite the magical pressure pushing against her senses. "The power drain is unsustainable—you're pulling too much, too fast." She glances at Hera, struggling against invisible bonds that Jeane maintains with sheer will. "And threatening Abby won't solve this. You need to recalibrate before something breaks."

Her fingers trace the edge of Jeane's shoulder blade absently as she speaks, a rogue's habit of staying in contact with things important while assessing danger. "Let me help you ground it," Silra offers, though she knows how much Jeane hates interference in her magic. "I can take some of the load if you shift the flow properly."