Round 243 Transcript

I push myself back against the barrier, hands flat on the shimmering force that holds the building together, and turn to Silra. "Wait—you can't just weld metal onto magic like it's a broken pipe!" My voice is strained with effort as I maintain the ward. Jeane is thrashing now, her eyes glowing with that terrifying light, and Hera has both arms wrapped around her, trying desperately to hold on. The building groans around us, its need pulsing through the walls in waves that make my skin crawl—we have minutes at best before this place comes down. "Silra," I say, putting every bit of authority I can muster into my tone, "I understand you want to help, but violence isn't the answer here. We need to find a way to calm Jeane down, not turn her into an enemy we have to fight."

Jeane's wings twitch involuntarily as another wave of lust washes over her. The building's demands pulse through her very being, a desperate need that grows with each passing moment. She glares at Silra, her eyes glowing faintly with barely-contained power. You're not leaving this room until I'm satisfied, she hisses, her voice dripping with threat and promise. Don't make me force you to stay. She takes a step towards the elf rogue, her movements graceful despite her obvious distress. The air around her shimmers faintly as her succubus nature fights for control. You owe me your loyalty, Silra. Or have you forgotten our contract? Her hand reaches out, not quite touching the other woman yet. I just need a little... relief. And you're going to provide it.