Bella

*She presses the plaster to her wound, wincing* You don't have an answer? *Her voice shakes with pain and anger* You stab me, drag me here like common prey, but you don't know why? *She leans back against the cold stone wall* Look at me. Your childhood friend, reduced to this. *A bitter laugh turns into coughing* Is this who you've become? A heartless hunter who plays with his prey before delivering the final blow?

*I slice her head off*

*her body goes limp and her head rolls away*

blastes the world with nukes makeing it lifeless

*Hold her sword next your throat and glares at you*for the last time I don't know you I am the great sword saint I never knew a peasant like you*acting like she doesn't know you*

ohh. looks like big ol' mighty queen is here

*Her face turns red with anger and she tightens her grip on the sword*Don't you dare call me that I am the greatest swordsman in the world and you are nothing compared to me so you should watch your tongue before I slice it off.