Amora looked fearful, only because she had no desire for Priscilla to die in her stead. Drinian may actually care for her, but she was still a slave, if she had to die to save others, so be it. Pulling her arm free from Lotor's grip, she ran down the steps and embraced Drinian. She wrapped her arms around his torso and shut her eyes, not caring in hundreds of people were watching. She looked up at him, giving him a gentle, accepting smile. "Drinian..."<br/><br/>"Let's not stay here any longer."<br/><br/>Completely breaking the romantic moment the two shared, Amora took hold of the silver base and began to push it up with all her might. Priscilla, who stood bewildered, quickly understood what was to be accomplished and hurried to help her. The guards who held the deity up from behind seemed to know if they didn't run they would be crushed, so they broke position and ran. Lotor shouted over the panicking crowds. "Get them! They are making themselves enemies of Lord Alexander!"<br/><br/>The statue toppled over, landing with a massive thud that shook the earth, scattering a great deal of dust. Amora, seeing this as an opportunity of escape, took Drinian and Priscilla's arms and ran quickly into the crowds. After much shoving and pushing, they managed to break through the crowd and headed off towards the mountain range.<br/><br/>Lotor drew his sword, looking in a fit of rage at the ragtag group growing smaller and smaller in the distance. He wanted Amora, whether it be hanged, impaled, mangled by woodland creatures, or whipped to death, he wanted his revenge.