Shea screamed with fury, her voice rising in a shrill command. Her power swelled as she thrust everything she had at Dalia. Her mind grabbed ahold of Dalia's and crept forwards crushing her resistance as it went she reached the part of her mind that controlled her actions and made her drop the knife. Shea grabbed the sharp blade and ran, leaving Dalia's mind behind as she sprinted away, running through the door to the holding cells and out towards freedom. Shea didn't know how to get out. She didn't need to. She only needed to find someone who did.