Friday screwed up her face as she heard the thunderous clacking and thrumming of something behind her, she whipped around her sword pointed up towards the throat of a towering male. Her emerald eyes cool and calculating as she clenched her jaw. Coming with him? Her whole body was tensed and at the ready to dodge or spring a short and quick slash if need be, her brow furrowed. Taking a step back towards the other male behind her, her Rain Corps instincts that were drilled into her head, defend the weak, defend the weak.<br/><br/>“I would prefer not to be TOLD, what I am going to be doing,” Her chin pushed up as she still held her weapon up, her eye caught the sight of the weapon that the man had shifted to a new position. Friday had never seen such a weapon, but it almost frightened her not knowing what it could do. Swallowing she blushed at hearing, ‘lovers’ and made a warning jerk of her sword. “I do not even know this man, so do not assume I would take him in such a way…”<br/><br/>Friday huffed as the screams around them seemed to grow to a full out roar, her left eye caught sight of a darting motion from her peripherals and she pointed her sword instead to the left readying herself while watching the towering figure out of the corner of her left eye. To her right she saw the blurry shadow of the male to whom she handed the daggers to, but her main focus was on the approaching movement in the grasses. She couldn’t see them, whoever they were, but she saw the rippling of the grass.