Velra turned slightly, her eyes landing on Savra and Zelia slumped behind her.
She didn't flinch at the blood or the exhaustion painted across them.
"Go," she said flatly.
"This isn't your fight."
Savra grit her teeth, still crouched protectively in front of Zelia.
"You think I'm just gonna—"
"I said go," Velra repeated, her heel tapping once against the concrete.
"Before I change my mind."
Savra narrowed her eyes, gauging the strange woman's tone.
She didn't feel like prey.
But she knew what it felt like to stand next to a predator.
Velra's gaze didn't waver.
"I don't kill civilians," she said.
"Not unless they interfere."
"And frankly, I'm not in the mood to waste time deciding which one you are."
She took one slow step forward, her heel clicking again.
"These three?"
Velra tilted her head toward the impostors.
"They're not just impersonating me."
"They're exploiting my name to justify butchery."
Her voice dropped lower.
"They're parasites."
