Round 76

Ms. Stone's lips curl into a cold smirk as she watches the four women cower before her. "Oh please," she drawls, "you're not in any position to make demands." She gestures lazily, and one of the soldiers steps forward, leveling his rifle at Jeane's chest. "Now—let's try this again. You have a choice: come quietly with us for 'evaluation,' or we can do this the hard way." Her eyes glint with malicious amusement as she awaits their response.

In the background, the twin cultists continue their slow advance, their symbols pulsing rhythmically and seeming to feed off each other's power. The enhanced operative circles Silra like a predator stalking its prey, her grip never loosening from the elf's arm. "You heard the lady," she growls low enough for only Silra to hear, "stop fucking around before I get creative with that smart mouth of yours."