As everyone around her prepared to fight, Larea found herself growing more and more worried. If this man was willing to take on all of them at once without so much as thinking about it, what kind of power did he have? Her friends were about to put their lives in danger to protect her; they had helped her before, but it was never something this serious. Her mind struggled in a whirlpool of indecision and fear, her inability to do anything to stop it beating away at her like a torrential downpour.<br/><br/>Her feet were the first to take action. She broke away from her position beside Zel, running into the middle of the soon-to-be-confrontation and thrusting her arms out. Her entire body was visibly shaking and tears were forming in her eyes; it was a miracle she was still standing. It was obvious that this was something she took no pleasure in doing, and that she would rather be anywhere else in the world<span style="font-style: italic">but</span>there, but the pleading look on her face as she stared at her companions was more than enough to explain her reasoning. If she was going to be hunted like this, and her friends were going to be hurt, maybe even killed because of it.. She couldn't bring herself to let that happen, even if it meant she wouldn't see them again.