He simply ignored the guards, and pulled out the acorn from before, and shrugged, before he threw the acorn, shoving energies into it. He wasn't going to leave it, but it was going to be unhappy with him, he suspected. It seemed to burst right in front of her, growing up and around her, hopefully, as he NEEDED answers. It would allow him to either capture her, or if she shoved through it, grow up and trap her from behind, and used the last charge of his boots to jump ahead of her, his longsword out and in hand, turning back toward her.