"Well tell her to stop!" Lync and Pheore yell almost in unison. By now Pheore has disarmed Lync, backing her against the edge of a rooftop on a wide avenue.
"She attacked me," Pheore calls, "no idea what her problem is-"
"My problem? You're the one taking orders from the enemy!"
"For the last time, no, I'm not. Sorry I tried to kill you that time, now get over it! It's been almost twenty years!"