Round 6

Jeane moved with predatory grace, her crimson eyes locked on the stumbling woman in robes. The ornate dagger looked more decorative than functional, but the wide pupils and unsteady gait suggested chemical enhancement rather than natural coordination. "You're not going anywhere near them," Jeane hissed, gesturing sharply toward where Hera and Abby had fled. "Move. Now." She didn't wait for argument - every second counted when unknown males were approaching their compromised location.

Silra advanced cautiously, her teal eyes narrowing as she assessed the robed woman's state. The sun caught on the stupid dagger being waved around like it made up for everything else the stumbling figure lacked. "Listen carefully," Silra said, keeping her voice low despite the urgency gnawing at her gut, "You're in no position to make demands right now." Footsteps were getting louder behind her. They needed to move, and this drugged-up liability was making that complicated.

Abandoned church on the outskirts of the city - the morning air carried a chill that had nothing to do with temperature.