Round 30

Halie moved to intercept the soldiers before they could fully enter the church, positioning herself between the armed intruders and her leader. Her face showed controlled panic as she raised her hands in a placating gesture that somehow made her nakedness seem less obscene and more pathetic. "Wait," she said firmly, voice barely shaking despite the obvious terror in her eyes. "Let's all calm down and assess this situation rationally." Her gaze flicked desperately between Jeane and the lead soldier, silently pleading for someone—anyone—to take control before things spiraled completely out of hand. The last thing they needed now was for their volatile sorceress leader to lose her temper and start throwing spells around in front of armed witnesses.

Jeane simply let the thin plastic 'blanket' fall away completely, letting the morning sun hit her naked flesh as she faced their captors fully exposed—if they wanted a show, she'd give them one. The soldiers hesitated mid-advance, their eyes flicking between her and each other in silent communication that spoke volumes: they didn't expect this defiance of their 'cover up' demand.

"Interviews?" Jeane laughed coldly. "Is that what you're calling it now? Public humiliation paraded through the streets while you document our every move for... what exactly? Your boss's amusement? The city council's entertainment folder?"

Halie couldn't just stand there and let this happen. They were walking into a trap—it was obvious from their setup, the way they were herding them like cattle. And now? Now we've got even more of them outside? This isn't an escort to interviews anymore, it's a public parade straight into whatever hellhole they've prepared.

Jeane. Please—we need to think this through. Confronting them head-on? That just escalates the situation. We should try negotiation first, find out what they really want...

The lead soldier's eyes narrowed slightly—she clearly expected more resistance or attempted violence, not... submission?

I lower my blade slowly, but don't sheath it—letting them see I'm compliant even as I maintain a clear and present threat. "Fine," I say through gritted teeth. "We'll go quietly. But remember: every minute that passes makes this situation worse for everyone involved." The lead soldier's eyes narrow slightly—she clearly expected more resistance or attempted violence, not... submission?