Round 75

Jeane’s wings unfurl slightly—a subtle show of power meant to intimidate rather than injure, but still a clear signal that she won’t back down. The twin cultists' symbols pulse brighter now, almost painfully bright in the dim alley. She steps forward defiantly, "Wait. We're not going anywhere until we understand what this is about." Her crimson eyes lock onto Ms. Stone—suspicion and calculation warring behind that cold mask. The enhanced operative twists Silra’s arm higher, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the rogue. "Last chance for cooperation before I lose patience," she growls low enough that only Silra can hear—though everyone present feels the threat in those words.*