Bree quickly stops her

Miranda saw the immediate change in Bree's expression. Where moments before there was a cute expression of mirth, now there was only stern defiance. With one arm holding the mortar, Bree's second arm shot out in front of Miranda, blocking her exit. "You have accepted your place at my side. You will not leave."

Miranda could clearly see the leader's well-toned muscles but wasn't afraid to back down from a fight if necessary. And right now, she saw it as necessary. She thrust her elbow towards Bree's gut, hoping to knock the wind out of her. In one fluid motion Bree sidestepped the blow, grabbed Miranda's hair, and sent her tumbling to the ground, all while keeping the mortar of paste steady in hand. Bree then stood over Miranda, a look of ruthless authority in her eyes. "I will forgive what you've done if you will stop acting so childish. Accept your position at my side, or be punished." A hint of sorrow crept into Bree's eyes. "Please."