Round 14

Jeane’s orb pulsed faster, dark energy crackling around the basement like static electricity. She completed her threat, crimson eyes narrowing as she circled one of the strangers slowly, her voice dripping with barely contained irritation. Two of you, then. Sending an ambassador with… multiplicative abilities. Her words were measured and sharp, each syllable carrying a weight that made the air itself feel heavy. How quaintly theatrical. But then—surprisingly—the original stranger actually responded instead of just repeating themselves. The voice was eerily identical to their duplicate, but there was something different in the tone. Less… mechanical? I see we've gotten off to a poor start. That wasn't an ideal interruption for either of us. The figure took a small step forward, hands raised slightly. My name is Clarice... Silra shifted uncomfortably, her stomach still distended from the earlier oral impregnation. Both duplicates now stood before them, and she eyed them warily. Duplication magic of this caliber takes sustained power—power you don't just pull out for a casual stroll through an abandoned church...

Clarice's expression shifted subtly — she couldn't help but smile at Silra's cool assessment of their situation. I assure you, maintaining this form is… manageable. But Jeane's approach caught her off guard, and she stiffened visibly as the sorcerer circled them both with predatory grace. We're not here to— Jeane cut her off mid-sentence, dark orb pulsing faster in her palm. Manageable? Is that what we're calling it when you're tapping reserves I can feel from across the room? She stopped circling suddenly, wings half-spreading for intimidation. You think too much like a common thug, Silra. She turned away to circle them again, dark orb pulsing rhythmically in her palm. Power doesn't care about motives or time limits — it respects only those who can wield it effectively. Her eyes raked over both duplicates appraisingly as she moved. These… women… have the arrogance to duplicate themselves and interrupt my sacred work without so much as an apology?