Angela's apology was brushed away, it was not the time to talk of such things. While the subject still needed to be addressed Akara was<em>not</em>comfortable talking about it in front of the other hero's. Tarot would know about it given his connection to Langely but Ravus wouldn't and besides in Akara's mind it was a private manner.<br/><br/>The the attack happened and nothing else in the world mattered. Taken from the wagon to the ship Akara struggled getting hit by the guards several times though she acted as if she couldn't feel it. the only thing that kept her contained was the iron around her wrists and ankles and the number of men around her.<br/><br/>On the ship Akara felt crowded and edgy ready to explode. This was wrong; so very, very wrong. Things moved quickly from that point from plotting to action. Once the restrains where gone from her body Akara moved with deadly grace. Slow time gave her an edge and she picked up a blade that was a bit to heavy for her tastes but would serve well enough and set to work doing her deadly art.<br/><br/>Akara moved as if she was dancing the blade an extention of her arm as she swayed and moved killing guards that came near her. Bullets whizzed around her and one nicked her arm tearing into the flesh but such a minor thing did little to slow her down. Soon enough things settled a bit. Bodies littered the floor and it was quieter. there were more Akara was sure but for just a moment that had a scant few seconds to breath and form a plan before more guards descended on them.