Within a few seconds, I'd know whether my reasoning had been right.
Jedon Onomondo walked across the room. It was a long room, nearly forty feet from end to end. I stayed well behind, letting the Damakoi do as he pleased.
When he was about half-way across the room, he started to run.
Holdreth Khain had been watching the approach of the other Damakoi, and, at the same instant he started to run, Holdreth Khain leaped out of the couch and ran toward Jedon Onomondo.
When they were still ten feet apart, they slammed solidly into the pair of invisible plexisteel walls I had had set up across the room.
They both screamed in hatred, and tried to batter down the walls. Then they realized what they had done to themselves and stopped.
I wasn't quite prepared for the Damakoi on my side of the wall. Jedon Onomondo turned, mouthing an oath in Damakese, and jumped at me.
I didn't avoid it in time, and we went down, rolling over and over on the floor. His arm went around my throat, squeezing off my air.
I managed to get a finger on the Damakoi's hand. I grabbed and twisted, and the arm came from around my throat.