Before she could even turn to run, Sae'Ka saw the warrior in the finely crafted dark leather armor step forward and all but shrug off her spell, shielding his ally who presumably didn't possess the same capabilities. Her golden eyes momentarily dipped down to the crossbow pistol hanging from Dean's belt, and she knew that if she still tried to run now after her diversion had been nullified, he could put a bolt through her before she made it halfway up the steps.<br/><br/>Taking a step back and bending her knees slightly, her sword held out to the side with one hand, Sae'Ka prepared herself for a fight while the man in the dark armor bellowed a threat that left her somewhat confused, but still made even her dark elven blood run cold as he seemed quite intent on killing her.<br/><br/>She was about to make the first move before giving him the chance when the second, more heavily armored warrior suddenly cut in. Unlike his comrade, this one didn't seem so intent on trying to kill her, which only made Sae'Ka all the most suspicious and defensive. Betrayal and deceit were both integral aspect of Drow society, so trust was never something that she'd actually learned or experienced.<br/><br/>"Of course I'm not Zozo, you idiots, stellar observation," Sae'Ka spat back at them, retreating into the cold shell of hostility that had become her armor whenever she was scared. "And I don't care about shiny trinkets, either, what I'm after is far more valuable." She bit her bottom lip instinctively, realizing that that was an incredibly stupid thing to reveal. Sae'Ka thought about it a little while longer. "Fine, truce," she conceded, giving into the second man's request. "But if your boyfriend threatens me again," she added, glancing frigidly at Dead, "It will be the last time."