Lexa's dull eyes raged with fire as she lifted her gaze to their Commander keeping a tight grip on his hair and keeping the blade tight to his throat. "Do not tell me to calm down! This one of yours attacked me stabbing me in the side and he did it so you could take over all the land!" Lexa was pissed to say the least, her adrenaline was high which aloud her to ignore the blood seeping from her side and dripped to the floor. She shot her gaze back to the man who had attacked her, "For I didn't think you were so stupid to make a move as such against me." she said her voice chilling and would make anyone freeze. She moved her gaze to Leon, her breathing was slightly as she began to feel some of the affects of being stabbed but pushed it away and could care less about her wound at the moment.

Lexa shook her head angrily and didn't take his apology. She kept the guard from taking the man at her grip. She sneered to the guard who offered to take the man at her feet. "If you are what you call sorry then let me deal with him. I declare justice and if not given be prepared to feel the wrath of the West clan..." she hissed lowly and let the blade dig into his skin softly and moved it across his skin. "Blood must have blood." she growled lowly moving her cold gaze up to the Commander. The adrenaline was starting to wear off now and she was starting to feel the affects of her wound but she didn't let it gaze her as the black blood traveled off her body to the floor."I will make him an example of him. Showing the people what happens if orders are disobeyed." she hissed lowly.

Lexa pressed the blade to his throat before ripping him to his feet and pushed him hard into the arms into the guards arms. "Take him to the entrance of my clan set up and ask for Marcus and say it is from me." she watched as the guard nodded and stood still waiting for his commander to say something. "This is undetectable." she hissed lowly her cold narrowed gaze on the Commander. She lifted her hand to her side gripping her side her body cold and wet and continued to bleed. The black blood staining the floor.

Lexa's cold gaze watched as the guard exited the room with the man. It's not what she wanted to hear, returning him alive and not to be publicized, but she knew that was a big step for her able to do anything to the attacker. "A wound received yesterday, it's better then what the other 2 received for questioning my decisions." She said and stood up straighter looking down at the wound. "This is pain at its least." She said and lifted her hand from the deep gouged, "I do admit my people not being to well with medical help.." she mumbled slightly moving her hand from the wound where he could see but she didn't move forward or away.

Lexa watched as he turned away walking back to his desk before returning back to her. She thought back to those many years ago, way before she herself had been Commander. "The Commander at the time believed that the strong only survivied. But we made it work." She said moving her gaze to the cloth where he poured a liquid onto it. She moved her hands to her jeans and wiped off the black blood from them. "We do what we must to survive. It's why their are no good guys in a world such as so." she said and moved her dull eyes up to his as she looked back down to his hands. "The actions done to survive should not define us to an extent but that's how the world is." she said with a shrug.

Lexa moved her hands down to the hem of her wet shirt and listened as he spoke. The cold article of clothing clung to her body as she thought for a moment not moving. "Yet taking a step such as so would get any leader killed. People don't like change, they almost seem to fear it and some of that comes with a good reason but they only look at that reason." Lexa spoke and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off up over her head, the cloth was making her uncomfortable and the gash was so large it was just easier to pull off her shirt. The true side of Lexa showed slightly, the way she actually thought and perceived things but it was only slight. "You may think my ways are harsh but we do what we need to survive. I do what I need to keep my people alive." she said her gaze moving over the room for a few moments.

Lexa could feel the light stinging coming from her wound but it was easy to ignore as they spoke. She only paid attention to the wound when he asked if he could stitch the wound and she gave a small shake of her head showing she didn't mind before speaking. "My people can't know that. Almost any emotion is considered weakness in my clan. Ai nou fir raun Trigedakru (I am fearless for the people of the West clan.)" She said her gaze moving to a small window type opening against one of the walls. The native words rolled smoothly off her tongue and she had forgotten that Leon hadn't spoken her language, in fact she had never even talked to someone like they were now. She wouldn't make a habit of it but it was something that aloud her to connect with one who shared the burden of protecting their people.