Abby yelled back, “If you fuckers don’t do your job, I will personally displace every single limb away from your body after this s**t is over. Your head last.”
“Pretty sure the head can’t be considered a limb,” Jake very accurately interjected. A correction that she evidently didn’t find endearing or welcome in the slightest.
“Last chance… leave now,” Abby warned a final time.
She was clearly grandstanding and looked like she didn’t truly want a fight. Probably just buying time for the barrier to fade. Could Jake just give her the orb and make her leave? Sure… but he wasn’t going to.
“The next move is yours,” Jake said. “Attack, leave, or negotiate.”
“Fine, if you really wan—” she began, but her next action was not words spoken but a slightly raised hand that caused movement in the ma
