Well red-and-black one, there was plenty of dead to sample from. The spikes fell against her skin like rain but Caiera was slowed only by the newly infected prisoners turning rabid and murderous. They were cut back and hewn from her path, decapitating one to crumble to dust as she scooped up it's victim to get clear of the destruction.
"Get as many of the people out of the area as possible, defend them from the infected, then strike down the guards coming to burn the evidence," she growled back and looked at him flatly. "Should I stop and write it down, Greenblood?" She was currently struggling under the betrayal of her king for the past decades, the need to save as much life as possible and how to kill her king; she didn't have the ability for tact or patience at the moment, even to him. With a boost from the planet, she jumped back up the cliff to spot when the clean up crew would arrive.