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The fastest way to end this is plain and simple: the same tactics of cavalry-based armies around the world. A charge! To say that this tactic is simple is an understatement, as it’s well-choreographed, and the Stranger sees you coming from a mile away. The question is, then, can he stop you?
No, he can’t.
You are a stubborn girl; you’ve been told so all your life, and that means that once your mind is set on a course of action, you commit. You commit hard. So, despite the rain of gunfire and explosions around you, despite the charring of your clothes and tears on your body, you continue your stride. A stride that’s far faster than any normal human or even monster. While you cannot look at the Stranger’s body any more than his blood-coated eye, his stance freezes up in panic as your yell gets louder and louder in his ears. In a desperate bid for salvation, the Stranger sacrifices some of the few remaining seconds of life he has to level his pistol at your center of mass. You don’t have enough strength to alter your course, so with more stubborn determination, you press on. He pulls the trigger.
*click*
Despair sets in for the Stranger as he tries to mirror your earlier actions in the fight, and throws his pistol towards you. With a singular hand holding your kriegmesser, you cleave it in two, then with another fluid motion, a swipe leaves a large gash in the man's front armor, forcing him to fall to the forest floor. He tries to scramble away as you slowly, but ever so surely, walk towards him, before you resemble more of an executioner than a princess to the defeated man. Then his body relaxes as he readies himself for the end.
You raise your sword up and-
“Wait-!” A strange and familiar voice calls as your body freezes up in place, sword still raised.
Frantically, you look around but find that your head cannot move. Then two slender arms slowly feel their way up your arms and grasp the hilt of your sword over your hands, and lower it. You look down to see if your prey is using some sort of magic, but he has not moved a muscle. It’s almost as if time has stopped. Then the bonneted face of Dorothy enters your field of view from behind you. “It would be such a waste to kill such a strong fighter, wouldn’t it?” She says, though you notice her voice wavering. It’s as if she knows she can’t stop you.
“Don’t even think about listening to the banshee,” Another familiar voice calls as you see the small form of Alice step out from the foliage behind the Stranger. “What could you possibly gain by letting one of these invaders live? Someone who seeks only to destroy m- our secret kingdom?”
“This place never belonged to just <span class="mu-i">you</span>!” Dorothy screams, “You’ve always been such a little BI-”
