The speakeasy door exploded inward, splinters raining over Nishanth's stolen wine collection.
"Nishanth von Valtros!" A woman's voice boomed, armored boots crushing glass. "By order of the Holy Treasury, you are hereby sentenced to—"
Nishanth didn't let her finish. "Zara, steal her sword. Lilith, bill her for the door."
Zara lunged, tail flicking—but the knight blurred, grabbing the raccoon-girl mid-air by the throat.
"Try again," Seraphina snarled, her ice-blue eyes blazing. Her armor gleamed, though the breastplate strained against her voluptuous frame, and her platinum braid whipped like a battle standard.
Lilith's ledger glowed. "Seraphina D'Liora. Formerly Heaven's Golden Blade. Currently… unemployed."
The paladin's grip tightened. "I serve justice. Not paychecks."
Nishanth sighed. "Justice doesn't pay for this." He snapped his fingers.
