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Logar begins to move forwards. "I'm going to see her. Now." Logar says, walking right up to Mute, and looking up up at her, says something quite simple. "Move, or be moved." 
	Logar's troops have their weapons ready, a hail of electric shocks a moment away form flying down the hall into the sergal ranks behind Mute. If Mute waits to long to answer, Logar would simply force his way past her, and though the sergals behind her.