Round 12

Halie pushes her hair back from her face with shaking hands, trying to think past the hangover and soreness. We can't fight our way through this - look at us! She gestures at the group, all of them barely standing let alone...

Jeane crouches behind a rusted fence post, her crimson eyes fixed on two armed figures in the church courtyard ahead. The tall succubus woman's wings twitch with barely-contained impatience, exhaustion evident in every line of her body.

This is fucking sloppy. We're already compromised from whatever happened upstairs, now we're debating whether to sneak attack locals or sweet talk our way out? Her gaze flicks between the armed men and Halie's pleading expression.