Betsy glowered. Purifiers. Wonderful, it was the crusades all over again. She turned, hands going out to focus as much energy into her usual blades as possible. She could throw, but not with the amazing accuracy of someone like their Creole friend. No, it was in hand to hand that she excelled at.
Once they were both ready to head out she plunged right into the group. Careful to keep close enough where guns would cause them more problems then it would her, and keeping low in case of knives being drawn. "If I don't find you, you know where to meet!"
Her goal was to keep them from following Logan or Caliban. She figured she should be more than enough of a distraction. She had the fighting experience, and she was obviously a mutant. They'd want her dead, or 'purified'. There wasn't a lot of difference between the two though.
She took a few knocks, including a rifle but to the back of the head that had her stagger. Not wanting to leave her back undefended she turned and side kicked the man from her. "As we all know how this is going to end, how about you all file out of here and we'll forget what a bunch of hypocritical murdering bastards you are, hmm?"
A beat, and they almost seemed to be considering it. Instead they considered their next attack. "Yeah, didn't think so."