Murphy recognized that voice instantly and it made her angry.
This wasn't the first time something had invaded her dreams. She knew what it felt like to have something force its way into her mind and she wasn't happy about it.
She didn't give Saerian the satisfaction of saying anything. She just walked toward him and attempted to throw a punch.
Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn't. But she'd had enough training from Harry to know that if she really concentrated on fighting with everything she had, that there was a chance. And since she felt strongest when in physical confrontations, she focused her strength on visualizing a physical fight.