Papers flew, lawyers stumbled back, children screamed. The guards and Linera rushed forward, but the couple was already locked in combat. They were wealthy and powerful but consumed by resentment. The briefcase with the rattle toppled, spilling its contents: an old but polished yellow, green and red rattle, with a wooden handle. It was absurdly small amidst the chaos.
Roy roared. "It is mine!"
Albana hissed, "Over my dead body!"
Mija whispered to Sienna. "This is the cliff where pride meets ruin."
Sienna raised her hand to call for order, but the office erupted into deeper chaos. Roy had mental strength, Albana had physical strength, and they had both unleashed their abilities. The guards were holding them away from each other, but the growling had not stopped, and neither had their struggle to reach each other.
Sienna's voice thundered, "Stop this madness immediately!"
But the couple was beyond reason. The sounds coming from them were more beastly than ever.
