Clarke of the Sky People had bravery, Lexa could give her that much. She had a sense of justice as well. If it was a trick, it was a good one, because Lexa felt certain that Clarke was willing to stay - and die if necessary - for her people. She hadn't seemed relieved when the man showed up and she seemed to want him to leave. A true leader understood the sacrifices that needed to be made when sins had to be atoned for. The man with the gun didn't seem to see that. Maybe that desperation that rolled off him in waves had something to do with it. It didn't matter to Lexa. The pleas of the weak fell on deaf ears where she was concerned. Clarke's emotional begging had done nothing for her before and this man's desperate anger would do nothing for him now.
"You won't," Lexa challenged him boldly, nose upturned at the threats. "Even if you were to shoot - are you sure you wouldn't hit her? Are you sure you could stay my hand before I cut her throat?" Lexa pressed the knife harder against Clarke's skin to prove her point. She had no intention of harming the blonde, but a good bluff went a long way.
She shifted, stepping so that her body was no longer quite as shielded by Clarke's, her own bravado setting the stage for what was unfolding. Lexa went through her life unafraid and assuming she had the upper hand. She was outnumbered in the big picture, but right here, she was convinced she had the higher ground. She had justice and strength, where all this man had was a gun and weakness. The Sky People and the Mountain Men relied too much on such things. Perhaps a display of violence would be best. Lexa's grip tightened painfully where she was holding Clarke's upper arm. "You will turn around and you will leave. Now. Or I will kill her. And then I will kill you," Lexa leveled the ultimatum coldly. She hated playing games and these people kept forcing her to. It was beginning to try her patience.