Zara paused for a moment as the slightest waves reverberated through the ground. She closed her eyes momentarily listening to the incoming parties from opposing sides. It was then that she was faced with several different options; she could hope to a) flee before either met her location, b) she could meet the even paced north group head on, or c)  the irregular footed southern party. With option a, she found herself quite bored having decided that to bypass both these groups meant that there was less opportunity to get something worth while. That meant that there were only two options remaining. Judging by the difference in sound she could pick out what was probably coming; and then came the decision; north or south. She had already decided both groups would probably take her weapons and attempt to kill her (attempt only for the fact she was so overconfident with any task given; even certain death).<br/><br/>Her eyes then traced back to Jared; and then the other outsiders scattered about. She silently wondered if all the things Xavier had said had been true; and if they were she feared for the future. How could the fates entrust her future to these idiots? Hell, upon seeing a weapon one nearly pissed himself.  She frowned slightly at herself because she already knew where her thought process was taking her. She cared very little for strangers; and this pathetic waste of testosterone even less; however he could still be useful. Just in case her formerâ€¦.acquaintance was right, they needed to be safe. She growled in displeasure at the conclusion and scanned once more, counting the individuals. Her azure eyes centered upon Jared.<br/><br/>â€œYou should head north with the other stragglers here,â€ she pointed towards the north where the even gallops of the horses came from.  â€œItâ€™s the quickest way to get somewhere safe. Your other alternative is spending your time in the woods with me,â€ she gave a foxlike grin. â€œWhich I donâ€™t think will be the least bit enjoyable for you, or the others. You should goâ€¦â€ she nods softly and looks towards the man with his back up against the tree. â€œAnd take the injured whelp with you. I f he is still here,  Iâ€™m using your skin as kindling.â€<br/><br/>She begins to take off her cloak. It was a very bittersweet moment for her; parting with that tattered, well-worn hooded cloak. Shedding the article felt almost as if she had lost a piece of herself. Long, dark waves flowed freely over the shoulders of the pale-skinned woman; and the scar on the right side of her face was even more visible. She drew in a breath.<br/><br/>â€œOne more thing before you go,â€ she settled Armada at his chin level. The obsidian blade seemed to laugh at him. â€œStrip.â€