Zara noticed all too quickly she was being followed, and she cursed quietly under her breath.  The shrill voice of the redhead dominated her ears to the point of bleeding.  How and why this woman had followed her she did not know; but at least they had made it just to the tree line; and Jared still in view at a sizeable distance. As the annoying scrapping of the womanâ€™s vocals offered promises of help and declarations of companionship, Zara couldnâ€™t help but to grimace. Why had not Jared followed her directions and let this whelp by? He surely didnâ€™t realize the severity of the situation. None of them did. Because of that, drastic measures needed to be taken.  This woman had done the complete opposite of Zaraâ€™s intentions, and it took everything within the huntress to remain calm.,, but it wouldn't stop her from making her point clear,.<br/><br/>â€œListen, whelp. You should not have tried to follow me. I do not want nor need your help. This is my world, not yours. Your place is with the others and not with me. If you follow me, I will kill you without hesitation, for your ignorance holds no salvation for you in my eyes. You arenâ€™t ready for whatâ€™s coming this way; you need each other,â€ she growls as she points back towards where Jared stands. â€œYou do not need me and I have no use for you.â€  Her hand slips to her satchel skillfully. â€œI wish I could say I am sorry for thisâ€¦but I am not.â€  The lavender dust clouds the air outward. Its intoxicating scent fills Karmaâ€™s nostrils bringing on a wave of dizziness with strength enough to bring her to her knees.  â€œIt is necessary.â€ Poison.<br/><br/>â€œNorth, and stay with the other outsiders if you donâ€™t want to be executed like an old bloodhound,â€ she said quietly. As the haze dissipated Zara looked back towards Jarred, and the thief points downward at the woman in indication. The cold icy stare chilled his veins. Nothing needed to be said. The severely drowsy woman was now Jaredâ€™s responsibility.  She wouldnâ€™t be following Zara. Now, this woman had slowed Zaraâ€™s pace and she grit her teeth in preparation for the sprint. She darted into the forest.<br/><br/>The trees, boughs and branches provided her obstacle course as she unsheathed her glaives. The adepts must reach safety, or her efforts would be in vain. She was expendable. They were not. So young, so naÃ¯ve. These were the ones Xavier had spoken to her about? This is what she had retrieved their weapons for (and albeit stole one of thereâ€™s, but Armada wouldnâ€™t have wanted to be wielded by any of them. No, Armada had wanted her). She shook her head. If the fate of the world rested on those outsiders, she felt the earth already to be damned.<br/><br/>â€œArmada; sever and rend your foes for my preservation. Jade; slice your subjects down so that your force may draw them to darkness after the battle has closed. Take as many as you can before we are over run. Do not be hard on yourselves should we fall. We will.â€ She turned her head and kissed the obsidian blade of Armada which glistened in the sunlight in response. She breathed deeply as she ran towards those approaching; ran towards her own defeat for the ones she had no confidence in. The one defining thing that had pushed her, was that someone else had confidence in them. Someone else had told her how important the adepts were. She was just an expendable blade.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You are getting far too sentimental over one personâ€¦</span>she thought silently to herself and pushed the thought out of her mind as she prepared for the most difficult task she had ever faced; one without return.