**_Alaira Taenn_**

Alaira smirked as she shifted her boot slightly, pressing it into the downed goon's throat a little harder. She had heard Ssarak, but she simply shrugged. **"You won't hurt me."** she said simply, eyeing the increasingly unfortunate man as he spoke. She growled, pressing it in a little harder. **"Damn right I can take the lot of ya. After I crush your little throat, I could _easily_ snap all your worthless necks with both arms chopped off."** She growled, before hearing Ssarak speak again.

_Look at this asshole, thinks this is just random crazy..._ She thought idly... Ssarak might catch that, actually. While extreme pain was to be had from any attempts to peer into her mind, idle surface thoughts could be picked up off of her with no issue. She gave Ssarak the finger without even looking to him, looking down to the guard again. Now, this plan was impulsive and stupid but it was a plan at least. She hadn't just crushed them on an assumption, like she usually would. In fact, if Meirin hadn't spoken to her yesterday she would have just gone into all-out 'stab the guards' mode. 

While she was not so sure of her original thoughts, the fact that the guards meant no harm was yet to be confirmed, so more scary. **"Look,"** She began, her voice slightly more friendly and less growly, but still absolutely terrifying. **"I could have just talked this out with you, but let's be honest. I trust you much, much more like this, with my boot on your throat. See, you know I'm one crazy bitch, as I've just demonstrated and my friends have clearly validated."** She gestures around.

**"So you know, if you lie to me or make me _unhappy_, I'll kill you. And don't think I won't, the last bridge that pissed me off got burned down..."** She shifts her boot a little, though is sure not to crush the little bastard. **"I've had a very, very bad year... So tell me, are you lot planning anything?!"** It was then that she felt something grab her arm... Ssarak? No, it couldn't be, he wouldn't just grab her out of the blue like that, she might accidentally kill the poor bastard... It was then that she felt it. 

Immediately, a searing pain entered her mind, like a thousand angry bees, stabbing and screeching at evey corner of her mind. Broken images of her life flashed before her, too fast to focus. Emotions were out of control, rage, fear, loneliness, guilt... Immediately, she clutched her head, howling in extreme agony as she was pulled away. She would have likely killed the guard had Ssarak not done that, simply from losing control of her body. She thrashed, the pain unceasing, unending. It sounded strange, that such a proud woman could make such a pitiful sound... **"NomoreNomoreNomorenomore!!!"** She moaned out, slamming her head against the cart as sobs went along with her wailing...