For some reason, Connie stayed. Seeing my annoyed look, she explained defensively.
"My lord! That woman is Isolde Drache, right? The oldest living Phantom in North America! She hardly leaves her zone! How do you even know her?! Please let me interview her afterwards!"
"Isolde?"
"GET OUT!" Death resonance poured out of Isolde as her eyes changed to those of a dragon. Her voice also changed to a deeper tone, as if she had a voice modulator. Mike pulled out a Sig P320 and pointed it at Isolde's head.
"I don't like shooting women, but you do that again and I will, Mi' Lady."
I stepped in front of Connie and took the brunt of the Wyvern's outburst. Seeing me shield her, the reporter tried to thank me, but I cut her off with a command.
"Connie, leave. Now."
Understanding the gravity of the situation, she timidly left. When only the German, the cowboy and I were left, I tried to defuse the situation.
