Alexa saw the exchange, and her lips drew together in a tight line, even as the shaking of her hands traveled up her arms to her elbows.  "I don't think you're going to get away that easy," she snarled, and raised her sword over her head.  This caused the Runners to close into a tight circle around her, and she gave a smile.  "Blessings of heaven, grant me strength.  Grant me power, and strike down my foes!" she snapped, the blade dropping to point at the retreating figure of Anastasia.  There was a series of sharp whistles, and the sky grew dark as arrows lanced down from nowhere, targeted around Anastasia.  The sheer number of arrows was unbelievable, the sky actually seeming to cloud over.<br/><br/>However, in the midst of the Wild Runners, Alexa staggered, dropping to a knee, her sword dropping to the ground with a clatter.  Her entire body began to shake, and her eyes unfocused.  She raised her chin, still trying to fight off the aura that tried to crash through her own.  She forced herself back to her feet, gesturing for the Wild Runners to start moving.  She staggered along in their midst, actually falling twice as exhaustion hammered in on her.