Round 54

Silra shifts her weight subtly, maintaining distance from the immediate threat while positioning herself between Halia and the approaching figures. Her teal eyes narrow as she studies the twin cultists' movements—identical coordination speaks of shared consciousness or mind control rather than simple training.

The lingering scent of their activities still clings to the air despite her best efforts at cleansing, and now these bastards are here to inspect? To process? Her fingers twitch toward a hidden sheath where a blade waits, but she forces them still. Drawing steel would escalate this from containment to slaughterhouse faster than Jeane can unleash her full power.

She meets the taller woman's gaze directly—no submission in her stance despite naked vulnerability. "Processing? That sounds like something you do to meat before cooking," Silra says coolly, voice carrying just enough edge to mask her rising panic. "We're not livestock here for your inspection."

The symbols on the twins' forearms pulse brighter at her words, and she feels a familiar wrongness crawl across her skin—a magical signature she recognizes from last night's near-miss with death. Her enhanced senses scream warning even as her face remains impassive.

This is going to get bloody unless someone intervenes. And counting on Jeane for restraint when she's this cornered? That's a gamble Silra isn't willing to make without backup plans in place.

The alley air grows heavy with unspoken threats as both sides assess each other—predators measuring prey, or perhaps something far more dangerous.