Round 216

Silra's voice cuts through the tension like a knife. "Enough." Her teal eyes bore into Halie, sharp and unyielding. The slim elf moves with predatory grace, positioning herself between the holy warrior and her struggling sister. "You want to save Jeane? Then trust me to handle this my way. She needs release, not more pressure."

The building groans again, a low rumble that vibrates through the floorboards. The walls flex outward another inch, plaster cracking audibly. Silra doesn't flinch—she's seen worse in back alleys and abandoned warehouses. "We've got maybe five minutes before this place comes down. So here's the plan: Hera, get those plates welded into place. Abby, help her or find something useful. Halie... you're in the way right now."

She turns back to Jeane, voice softening just enough. "Hey. You hear me? I've got this. We're going to take care of the problem together—quietly and efficiently." Her hands move to Jeane's shoulders, grip firm but not painful.