She wasn't in the tree very long before she picked up the sounds of people coming near the clearing where the frozen lake was located. Tensing, she almost forgets that she was invisible to those looking for her, and only when she remembers this does she somewhat relax, but not completely so. There was still a guard to put up, it was to keep her safe. She pulls her legs up onto the branch beneath her, perching there much like a bird would, one of her hands gripping the trunk next to her in order to keep her balanced. She was still a little fatigued, but even that short rest was enough to help her gain some of her strength back which she had lost battling against the winds of the blizzard. Speaking of that snow storm, it had all but died down by that point, when the first individual shows themselves within the clearing. And, from her spot high in the tree, she could see that it was the strange one, the one like herself.<br/><br/>Then, moments later, soldiers come out into the clearing after the strange male, looking around, their bodies like hers. Tense. On guard. Her eyes narrow as she watched what they were doing, not missing that small detail of the bit of the guy detaching from his main body, to go and cover up the tracks she had left behind when heading towards the trees. A glint of confusion sparkles in her eyes and a slight frown formed on her lips. What was going on? What was this guy doing, and why? Was it a trap? Much like the ones she had lain for the soldiers? Or was it something different?<br/><br/>His words came as a slight surprise. There was no doubt that he knew that she was there, and yet he was telling the humans that she wasn't. That she had gone on towards the mountains. She had been leaning forward slightly, but when the male looked in the direction of the tree she was in, she pulls back though it was pointless that she had because no one could see her. But that didn't stop her from feeling restless, unable to shake the feeling that this guy was up to no good, either for herself or for the humans he was supposedly working with.<br/><br/>Her attention was diverted from the anomaly to the base of the tree a few feet away one that she was in when she heard a soldier talking, watching as he picked up the feather, which instantly killed him with innumerable spikes through his body. The human falls over, blood seeping from the holes in his flesh, dying the snow he was laying in scarlet. A satisfied sensation ran through her body when this happened, especially so when the commander yells out in shock at what had happened to one of his soldiers. Him telling them not to pick up anything else would be pointless because even just stepping on them would set them off.<br/><br/>Once again the strange one speaks up, pointing out the mountain peak, saying that this was where she was most likely located. He was right in saying that she had better eyesight than even a bird, it was one of her strong suits. But why? What were his motives? Was he really...leading these humans into her traps...on purpose? But that would mean... Her eyes widen when the man who was appointed to the position of point man walks straight into the web of death, his body falling apart and to the ground right in front of his comrades eyes, becoming nothing more than misshapen chunks of human flesh on the pine needle scattered ground. The scent already reached her nose, making it curl up in disgust, though at the same time, satisfaction.<br/><br/>The commander speaks up, telling the men to halt, to radio in for air support. But that wasn't able to happen; because, in the blink of an eye, the man named Collin's was speared through his body, which was tossed aside like a sack of potatoes to join his fallen brethren in arms, his body appearing as if it had exploded from the inside. Xerxes was now staring, it had been the strange one who had done this, confirming what she had seen before the man had been sliced to pieces by the trap that she had lain. He HAD winked at her, and now he was turning on the soldiers...Did this mean he wasn't an enemy? Was he on her side? It sure seemed that way, as he kills three more, one having a tendril shoved down his throat, to end by being exploded, bits and pieces flying everywhere, splattering anyone who was close to him. She was frozen, unsure of what to think, she had heard him speak to her. This male had said that he wasn't there to harm her...but to help her. Was that true?<br/><br/>She drops from the tree branch she'd been hiding in when the male tells her that the last five men were for her to take out, one of them being that god damn commander. The one who kept calling her and the other man a freak. She wasn't sure what to think just now, but she was definitely going to take this offer. Not making herself visible, she pulls the katana from her waist, and jumps high in the air, bringing it down on top of the nearest soldiers head, cracking through the helmet easily. The sword slices downward easily, and much like the scientist back at the lab, she cuts this soldier up, quite literally filleting him. She could smell their terror, and no doubt they wouldn't be, their assailant was invisible, they had no idea who was going to die next, or where she would strike from.<br/><br/>The commander was barking out orders, his voice becoming harsh as he watches his men getting chopped down. She had switched from her katana to a few strands of her hair, which she had strung around her fingers like one might with string, creating a unique looking cat's cradle. Striking from behind two of the soldiers, she wraps the hair around the men's bodies, trapping them together, then jumps back, and with a mighty yank, the strings slice through both of them, similarly to how it would have been if they'd walked in the web. The body pieces mix together in a heap, so even if the pieces had been picked up it would have been nearly impossible to pick out which was which. She wads the hair up into a ball, and shoves it down the fourth soldiers throat, where he begins to choke on it, a few strands slithering down his trachea into his stomach, before spiking outwards, skewering him from the inside out.<br/><br/>The last man standing was the commander. She allows her body to become visible, just so this would be fun. "You will pay for what you did freak!" The man yells, pulling out one of the guns he was carrying and shoots it at her. Xerxes easily dodges the bullet, heading at him straight on, rushing in on him, as the commander fires one bullet after the other. Left and right, she dodges, until she jumps up and spins midair, kicking him in the jaw and sending him flying backwards, slamming into a tree. He falls to the ground, gasping, fear shining in his eyes as she approaches him. She walks casually towards him, watching as he scrambles to his feet, gets a few feet away, but she pounces on him, knocking him down again, pinning him to the ground. Her fingernails becoming sharp, she raises her hand, her eyes glowing with a deadly look. "GET OFF OF ME YOU FREAK!" The commander yells, his voice cracking. Her eye twitches, and in a blink of an eye, she had her hand down his throat, grasping on the back of his tongue, her nails digging into the slimy muscle. "I'll show you who's the real freak. This should stop you from saying that cruel word any more..." With those unemotional words uttered, she yanks, ripping his tongue out from his mouth, tossing it aside. Blood pools into his mouth and he shoved her aside, trying desperately to get away. Blindly he stumbles away, first stepping on to one of the feathers, which impales his leg, cutting it clean off, then falling face first into one of the webs, his body becoming nothing more than a pile of square shapes of flesh.<br/><br/>The soldiers were dead, and it was just herself and the one like her. She turns to face him, bracing herself, just in case this had been a ruse, a trap. "Are you really here to help me?" She asks, and even though her eyes were filled to the brim with suspicion and uneasiness, her voice was rather dull. She trains her vision on him, ready for anything at that point.