End of The First Round (part 3)

"...If you know, why bother asking? "

"Because your answer might change my decision. " Jake pretended to unsheath his machete for extra effect. "Show me your Fluid Card. If you refuse, you'll be picked as a villain in the noon vote and I can promise you that not only will I get what I want, but I won't be as polite and accommodating as I am now. Of course, you can always qualify if you have enough Fluid."

In response, a glostly killing intent shrouded the room, and the temperature sharply dropped several degrees. This was the first time Jake had found himself on the receiving end of an intimidation attempt through mental pressure.

"You really think you're something, don't you? " Ostrexora scolded menacingly in a throaty voice.

Her hair bristled as if gravity had reversed and her feet lifted above the ground. A greenish halo enveloped her body and you could almost see the wall behind through her dress.