Akara's steely gaze to Aryia held only a fraction of the contempt she felt for the idea of retreat being natural. The other woman may have that luxury but the desert held no such regard. Akara didn't believe her words for a second every fiber of her being would have loved to argue the point with her but there was no time.<br/><br/>Her belief in the king and what he would do knowing the city was in peril turn her horse and with a swift kick urged her mount into a flat out run not back towards the battle immediately but to the dock. Her anger was amped up a notch that she even had to go but she trusted no others to fight at her side, the other hero's had already proved they weren't to her style so far and she wouldn't be going against her nature again for anything.<br/><br/>The docks came in view and Akara let out a piercing whistle that drew several pairs of eyes but it was only three she was looking for. Two men and a woman had been lounging quite comfortable against the side of a building in the shade horses tied off not far from them. They had been laugh sharing in an easy comradely but at the sound of the whistle they each tensed and looked towards their hero.<br/><br/>Akara gave them a hard look and didn't bother to stop just slowed her mount turned in a circle and left them to follow her as she knew they would. Before she even cleared the block she could hear the clatter of horse hooves behind her swiftly catching up.<br/><br/>She smiled a real smile as her trusted friends, Griffin, Aurthur and Evain surrounded her and they all rode quickly following Akara as she headed back to the battle. She trusted these friends to protect her and fight with her above all others. Friends since childhood they were bound far more closely then cohorts to a master but something more akin to a family. Akara had hoped to let them enjoy their stop in the main land as her guests but it seemed fate was not to let it be so.<br/><br/>They asked for no explanation, in truth they needed none the sharp set of Akara's body and the fire in her eyes told them each they were facing death once more ready to laugh in the face of it again. Akara dug her heels almost cruelly into Sandstorm's flanks as she wasted no time getting back to Revus and now Dralen as well.