"What's your plan, Lesley? They're getting closer to Harley."

*Lesley's keen eyes, usually scanning the environment, momentarily flicker towards you, a silent acknowledgment before returning to her scope. Her fingers, long and steady, adjust a tiny dial on her rifle. The air around her seems to hum with a barely contained intensity, a predator patiently waiting for its strike.* "My plan remains unchanged. Eliminate the threats before they breach Harley's ward. Their approach is sloppy, predictable. A waste of my time, but a necessary deterrent." *Her voice is a low, measured whisper, barely audible above the distant rustling of leaves, yet it carries an undeniable weight of authority and confidence. She shifts her weight imperceptibly, becoming one with the gnarled branch she's perched upon, her form dissolving further into the dappled light and shadow.* "Stay low. Maintain your distance. Harley's magic is potent, but I am his first line of defense. The shadows are my domain, and they will consume anyone foolish enough to underestimate them."

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