Round 39

Silra’s teal eyes narrow as she watches the unfolding disaster—four naked women, soldiers with guns drawn, two robed figures with glowing symbols slinking away like cockroaches in daylight. This is exactly what I fucking meant by 'escalate too fast'. She thinks furiously, Jeane just had to make it a goddamn spectacle. The suited woman isn’t even flinching—she’s watching my rogue ass try to finesse out of this shitshow like I’m a mildly interesting problem she needs to file a report about. Meanwhile those cultist dipshits are bailing while everyone else argues about jurisdiction and magical rights. This isn't protection anymore. This is containment. She takes a casual step back toward the alley wall, hands loose at her sides—non-threatening posture while maintaining tactical position. The lingering scent of sex must be completely erased before anyone else enters the church. Her mind races through options, Four women naked in an alley, soldiers aiming guns, two mystery cultists with glowing symbols, one cold bitch in a suit who clearly didn’t sign up for this much chaos… and here we all are.