Alice glared at the large white rabbit, blood splattered all across her dress and face. How many of these Madcaps had she killed? “Is your bloodlust not quenched?” She yelled before turning and thrusting her Vorpal Blade into the skull of one of the green creatures that tried to sneak up on her.
“Hurry Alice, the more you dwaddle the less time you have to catch the train!” The White Rabbit said. She let out a piercing scream as her skin turned ashen. The broken woman started to tear apart every creature she touched, blood soaking her dress and the wooden tea table she fought on. Alice froze, having been ready to tear apart another one. In her hands was not a Madcap but Sora, unmoving with closed eyes. Her hysteria calmed down and she lowered the teen to the table.
“A performance suiting skills such as yours,” The Cheshire Cat said as he appeared next to them. “Amazing that his face calmed you down.”
“It didn’t,” Alice gr