The air hummed with the energy of the magical buzzsaw. Hanavari, leaned across the futuristic operating table, a glowing tablet in her hands.

"As you can see, Queen Nightshade," she explained, her voice a low purr, "the 'assistant' is precisely restrained here." Her finger traced glowing lines on the tablet, showing straps and clamps. "The saw itself," she continued, gesturing towards the imposing, magically charged disc behind them, "can be adjusted to various speeds and depths. And the restoration... seamless."

Nightshade, her sleek black suit gleaming, listened intently, her dark eyes fixed on Hanavari's every move. She remembered her last encounter with a magical buzzsaw – Alistair Graves, that irritating magi from the Blockhouse, had used his to cut her in half after she'd snapped his previous one trying to dissect that insufferable Iggy Starflare, and Hanavari then turning her and her Henchwoman into Lego to restore them.

. "It's… clinical," Nightshade mused, a hint of disdain in her voice, " But," a cruel smirk played on her lips, "I confess, I was interested the primal fear of something more threatening. I prefer to truly earn my escape."

​Hanavari's eyes gleamed with an understanding that bordered on mischief. "Fear not, Your Majesty," she purred, "the Blockhouse has quite the collection of ancient magical devices. Perhaps something a little more... traditional?"

She gestured to the inventory tab on her tablet, where an image emerging from the shadows, stood a truly menacing, older buzzsaw. Its teeth were larger, jagged, and it exuded an aura of ancient, dark magic that made the air itself feel heavy. "We have a few of these still in storage, awaiting... restoration. I could arrange for you to be bound to this one for your next grand escape. I'll even select the cuffs, some nice and heavy ones to escape from."

Nightshade is her majesty @Nightshade-QOV