[Okay. Having accepted her death at one point in the past is one thing, but Sheryl's not completely made of iron; having this aggressive, terrifying woman in her face is now starting to rattle her more than a little.
She can barely get any air at this point-- certainly, little more than to croak out:] You threw-- a sword at--
[And then she can't get any more air. Which is why it's kind of a relief to have someone come in and start yelling at them? Maybe?]
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She can barely get any air at this point-- certainly, little more than to croak out:] You threw-- a sword at--
[And then she can't get any more air. Which is why it's kind of a relief to have someone come in and start yelling at them? Maybe?]