Colin had been resting silently against a tree.  The sound of sweetie running into the camp already had his senses perked and had him standing up straight.  He hung onto every word as she rushed in, taking weapons and yelling out orders.  As she ran from the camp he did not hesitate.  He sprinted after her at a speed that made him appear as nothing but a shadow alongside her.  In his right hand he held a dark longsword, seemingly made of pure darkness, abyss like in color.  His other hand glowed brightly with an orange glow, radiating pure heat.  His eyes darted back and forth, analyzing everything in sight as he sprinted after sweetie.  He spoke not a word, wishing to get there as soon as possible.  There was no time for conversation or anything of the like.  To sweetie it would appear as though a shadowy wave was dashing alongside her.  Hopefully she would be too busy running to notice how disturbing such a sight would be.