It isn't a planned advance. Alexa sees the thunderbolt, and the calm, measured lope becomes a furious, churning, mad dash. There's nothing but the pounding of stone on stone, the rush of wind, and somewhere, Redana and a man(?) with the power to beam this whole mess out of the midst of the Armada. That's the goal, that's the hope, and heaven help anyone standing in her way.

(Yeah, that's a 5, 1, -1, [b]5[/b] on Get Away.)