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"Stop this at once." 

Amedea, despite having spaced out for a good amount of time, knew perfectly well what had happened - or rather, could surmise it well. For all she knew, she could have just given her berserker incentive to murder her on the spot - at this point, she did not care. Either Sinfjotli would get himself - and er, by extension, her - killed by starting a fight right here and now or he would kill her directly; it was simply that in her position it seemed the best choice - rather, the one with the most likely chance of survival - to put her foot down instead of letting him escalate the situation. 

"Berserker, I gave you permission to defend your honor as you see fit, that much is true. For all I know, he may [i]actually[/i] have cheated. Nevertheless, you are my servant and I will not have you acting in such an unsightly manner over losing a match. Do I make myself clear?"

Although she made no direct reference, she placed her left hand over towards her right, right over the three command seals which were emblazoned on the back of her hand. Although she said nothing, the subtle message should be clear.