The dimly lit training room hummed with the sound of rhythmic footsteps as Amara "Viper" D'Angelo paced in front of the demi-human woman, her sharp eyes scanning every movement. The creature, a feral, quick-witted being with the subtle but unmistakable features of a demi-human, stood poised, her posture tense, eyes flashing with distrust as she glanced toward the other members of Cineris Group. The women were positioned in the far corner, observing, waiting, with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Amara crossed her arms, watching the demi-human's every twitch, her voice low but firm. "Listen up," she began, her tone commanding but not unkind. "Val's not someone you bite. Got that?" She took a step forward, not quite closing the distance, but enough to make her presence undeniable. The demi-human bared her teeth in response, a subtle growl escaping her lips as she shifted her stance, ready to lash out at the slightest provocation.

"Don't play games with me," Amara continued, her amber eyes hard as steel. "We don't need more enemies here. You bite one of them again, and you're gone. Simple as that."

The demi-human snarled, her tail flicking in agitation. She only tolerated Amara's presence because, unlike the others, the lieutenant didn't flinch or cower from her. But there was a clear line in the sand: Amara wasn't afraid of her, but she also wouldn't hesitate to handle her if needed.

"You know who's in charge here," Amara said, voice lowering just enough to edge into a warning. "Valentina isn't gonna let you run around biting people just because you don't like them. And trust me, neither is anyone else." She tilted her head, watching the demi-human carefully. "If you can't control that urge, we'll find someone who can help you... leave. But I'd rather you be part of the team. I like having you around."

The demi-human glared, obviously not fond of the idea of being controlled, but her eyes flickered toward the others, a clear sign of internal conflict. Amara softened, just for a moment. "I get it. You don't trust 'em. But this isn't about trust. It's about respect. And right now, you owe them that."

She took a step back, keeping her gaze steady. "You don't bite Val, or anyone else. And if you can't manage that, we're done here." Amara's voice was firm, but there was a trace of something deeper in her words, something not entirely disciplinary, but rather... hopeful. "I believe you can do this, but if I have to choose between you and the others... well, I'm not so sure you'll win that fight."

Amara raised an eyebrow, her hands resting on her hips as she stepped back to give some space. Her tone softened, though it remained laced with authority.

"So, what's it gonna be? Are you gonna prove me right, or are you gonna keep snapping at everyone?"

Finally, she crouched slightly, leveling her gaze with the demi-human. She gestured toward the other members of the group, still watching from the corner. "You want to tell me what it is about them that sets you off so much? Maybe we can work on that. C'mon, work with me here."