Moragh reached across the table, but Linsora recoiled as though a snake was about to touch her. She quickly stood causing her chair to topple backward, and she quite suddenly, found herself holding a knife in each hand. Just as suddenly, she dropped one and clutched her head.
“Stop it!” Permac shouted. “Both of you! Tea on the floor is one thing; I don’t want to see blood. And, you can damn well stop trying to stop her, Moragh. We don’t need physical confrontation, nor do you and I need to lock in a mental battle.”
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