Round 168 Transcript

Jeane's eyes flash with predatory hunger as she stalks toward Silra, her movements fluid and purposeful. The air around her shimmers with barely contained power, a visible aura of dark energy that pulses in time with her rapid heartbeat.

I step between Jeane and Silra, my hand firm on Jeane's arm. "Stop." My voice is quiet but unyielding. "You're not yourself right now. Let me handle this."

I turn to Silra, keeping Jeane in my peripheral vision. "How much longer do you need? Can you finish the repairs without further...distractions?"