Kaelen charged.
She didn't move with the grace of a duelist or the stealth of a rogue. She moved like a freight train made of jealousy and authoritative confusion. Her metal boots clanged against the floor tiles, shaking the bottles on the shelf.
"Unhand the Heretic!" Kaelen roared, crossing the lobby in three strides. "He requires Mandatory Purification! And I have the permit!"
Isolde, currently lost in the sauce of Reed's Void aura, looked up. Her eyes narrowed. She didn't see an Inquisitor. She saw competition.
"Get in line, Shiny," Isolde hissed, not letting go of Reed's collar. "I found him first. I claimed the loot."
"He is not loot!" Kaelen grabbed Isolde's shoulder with a gauntleted hand. "He is a Hazard! A Class-A Mana Hazard that must be contained! By me! With my body!"
She yanked Isolde backward.
Isolde spun, her duelist reflexes kicking in even through the haze. She didn't draw her weapon (it was on the floor), so she used what she had… She slapped Kaelen.
SMACK.
