"LET ME GO!"
The armoured elf scowled underneath her helm, holding Renei’s arms behind her back tightly, easily bending iron manacles around her wrists. “You can bet your cute little butt I won’t,” Bella growled, circling in front of the woman.
“Why would you ever want to escape?” The Bella in front of Renei reeked of the New Plague and antiseptic, her own armour steel, iron, and rock forged into solid pieces.














