[center][h2]Xena Rock Field[/h2]

[sub]Underneath the Lone Tree[/sub][/center]

Onweer didn’t seem thrilled about the man approaching, especially when she was so close to ask Brian some important questions about his abilities. Then again, after she gave the newcomer a long look, she decided that he was probably better trusted than not. It wasn’t just about the odds of an escape succeeding: three were less likely to disappear unnoticed, but more likely to overpower the remaining four should it come to it. But she was also tired of being on edge. It had only been a few minutes since she’d realised they were set up but it already felt like forever. Onweer had been running, eluding and tricking CMAS for years now and even a moment longer was excruciating and threatening to send her into a panic. She’d lost it during the attack, almost displayed too much skill, but now it was over and she should relax. Save the worry for when it’s actually needed. She leaned back on the tree and used it to massage her shoulders slightly before finally addressing Cecil. 

“Come, join us. We’re deciding on the best method of suicide.” She smirked, taking a sip of water. “On the one side we have our beloved cunning Council, on the other – the fierce Divers, and yet on a third one – simply No-Man’s-Land in all its charm and glory. Which would you pick?” Humour was a good way of dealing, she thought. After all, it was incredibly ironic that after being on the run for so long she was now cornered like a mouse and nobody even realised it yet. They were all in the same boat; they’d all received a death sentence irrespective of their sins. 

“We should probably arm up in either case. Collect whatever we can from the fallen and discuss our strengths and weaknesses if we’re to survive this.” She continued more sombrely. “And you should both tell me if you have any knowledge whatsoever about how to undo a silencing.” She looked at each in turn. The question seemed more pressing now than ever before.