Round 14

Silra's eyes narrow as she watches Halie charge into the scene, her cleric's instinct clearly overriding whatever sense of self-preservation she possesses. This is exactly what Silra had been trying to avoid—public attention, potential witnesses, the kind of escalation that makes their entire operation unsustainable. She hisses under her breath, more to herself than anyone else: "Freeze them, heal them, something useful. Don't just charge in like a heroine from a bad porno."

Jeane's massive frame fills the alley entrance, her wings spreading wide in a gesture that would be intimidating if not for the fact that she looks like she just rolled out of an orgy and into a crime scene. The two attackers freeze mid-escape, their eyes widening as they take in Jeane's imposing figure and still-semi-erect cock. For a moment, it seems like they might actually be smart enough to run before things get even worse—but then one mutters "Fuck this" and bolts, while the other hesitates for just long enough to see the rage in Jeane's eyes before following suit.

Halia stands between the two captives and their fleeing attackers, her fists clenched at her sides. She looks torn—clearly wanting to help but also clearly aware that intervening now could make everything infinitely worse. When she finally speaks, it's not to offer aid but to unleash a stream of frustrated expletives directed at Abby: "What in the fuck are you doing?! Why did you bring them here?!" She storms towards their little group, radiating barely-contained fury.

Silra remains frozen at the edge of the alley, her mind racing. This is a disaster—public exposure, potential witnesses, and now Halie's temper adding fuel to an already out-of-control fire. She needs to regain control somehow, fast. But how?