Isis knew nothing of being a leader of the military, so it was safe to say she didn't understand. The man Detta had beaten was a civilian, not one of Detta's men. The man should have known better than to try and 'scare off a Reaver'. Then again, Isis didn't know all the circumstances of the event, so in truth, she had no room to judge. Isis had never had to kill a friend like an animal -- put them down like a dog. Isis had not seen what Detta had seen, and the girl was foolish to think she knew a single thing about the Field Marshal.<br/><br/>Detta knew a thing or two about pain -- ontop of her scars from battles, there were scars lacing up the entire right side of her body like veins. They were somewhat faded, but a constant reminder of that day... a day Isis did not know about, as it was before her time in Stratclaw. A day that only two people other than Detta were allowed to remember, and their lips were sealed.<br/><br/>Outside the walls of Stratclaw was a hell-hole. A hell-hole that scouts and Elites fought through in order to keep everyone inside the walls, like Isis, safe. If the young woman had no respect for the fact that Detta's people kept her ass from being eaten by Spidrens and her remains raped by Reavers... then she was free to leave Stratclaw at any time. And she'd best be sure not to let the gate hit her on the way out. Detta made no excuses for her abrasiveness. It was what allowed her to train her people to survive. Being nice to her scouts and Elites would do them no favors.<br/><br/>This wasn't a peaceful, kind world -- and Isis had best remember that.<br/><br/>And indeed: God help everyone if something were to happen to the Leader Stratclaw -- Thane Carlton, Detta's older brother -- the only person in the world who Detta would consider listening to. And the person Detta would rip the world apart to avenge.