Lexa had reacted too quickly. She understood that now, as she sat in her cave, opposite of Clarke. Her blue eyes drifted back down to the device she had been using to communicate and she felt herself seethe with frustration and anger. These people were all weak. But what was one person's strength against an entire sea? She was alone here. Not even Indra had appeared. Not even Lincoln or Nyko. She was on her own. Lexa wasn't ready to believe Finn had appeared in this place by some mysticism. No, the only magic she knew came from the Sky People when they brought Reapers back. It must have all been a trick. Clarke tricked them to save Finn. It was a crime that couldn't go unpunished. She wanted desperately to cling to her own culture, to her own way of doing things. She needed justice. She needed that reality and they were all hellbent on depriving her of it.
Lexa cast aside the device angrily, picking her knife back up. She had worked steadily on it, carving it from stone found in the riverbed. Metal made a sharper blade, but stone was just as deadly. She turned it over in her hand and eyed Clarke. She needed the girl if she wanted to save her people who had become Reapers. If Clarke died, so would the hope of saving the Reapers. One life was not worth the lives of many. Lexa knew that, strategically, she couldn't kill Clarke. But letting her live could look like weakness and when she was on her own, Lexa couldn't afford to look weak. So she sat grumpily, trying to figure out her next move. At least until she heard a loud voice crack through the night.
Immediately rising to her feet, Lexa's eyes narrowed. Clarke told people to come for her. More treachery from the Sky People. She was two strides closer to the entrance when the blonde spoke and Lexa stopped abruptly. She glared at Clarke momentarily before tightening her grip on her blade. "I will not cower before a man," she snarled and stomped over, grabbing hold of Clarke and roughly yanking her outside of the cave. If they thought they could save her by a show of force, they would be very mistaken.
She was surprised at the man who stood outside, his weapon immediately trained on her. She expected it to be Finn, but perhaps she should have known by the commanding tone. The longer haired boy hadn't seemed so demanding when her scouts brought him in. She quickly put her knife to Clarke's neck. "Drein jus daun. Leave. Now. Clarke stays here. She's made her choice." She tightened her grip on Clarke, "Tell me," she demanded of the girl. One look at the man told her he wasn't going anywhere. "Make him leave. I will kill the both of you." He had a gun, but Lexa was confident she could not only kill Clarke, but hit the man with her knife as well. She didn't need bullets, she was just as accurate with a blade.