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“It’s almost too easy," Hatter mused, slicing through another soldier's armor as if it were paper. "You lot really should've brought more friends."
Just at that moment, I realized what Alice was holding in her hands.
“A cast-iron frying pan?” I teased. “Is that your idea of conjuring a weapon?”
“I panicked!” she gasped with a shrug.
My heart swelled with pride and admiration for her. Here she was, tapping into reserves of strength and cunning that Hatter and I didn't know she possessed.
A frying pan wasn’t my first choice of weapon, but it had its uses.
Alice stood en garde, and our movements became fluid and synchronized, like the intricate choreography of a deadly ballet. We had become a twisted trinity, bound together by desire and defiance.
“Chess! Watch out!” I heard her yell. I whirled around just in time to see her swing the frying pan against a soldier’s helmet. A clang of metal rang out through the forest as I grabbed his leg in one paw and flung him away.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I roared, my voice a guttural snarl that echoed through the twisted woods. The two remaining soldiers hesitated, their bravado faltering in the face of my ferocity.
"Your psychotic queen won't save you now!" Hatter taunted, his eyes blazing with determination as he brandished his favorite weapon—a flaming sword that burned with flames as blue as his eye. The metal seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly energy, like the sword itself was alive and eager to taste blood.
As I continued tearing through the soldiers, Hatter's laughter echoed in my ears. The madness in his mismatched eyes was equaled only by the wild grin on his face as he danced around our foes. He wove his way in and out of their reach with an unearthly grace that seemed to heighten his insanity.
"Retreat!" one of the soldiers cried out, and the other one began to flee. But I wouldn't let them escape so easily—not after they'd threatened my precious Alice.
I lunged once more, my jaws closing around the third soldier's leg. With a savage twist of my head, I tore it clean off, the sickening crunch of bone filling the night air.
Blood gushed from the stump, pooling around the poor fool as he screamed in agony. His eyes widened with terror as he stared up at me, knowing his fate was sealed.
"Please," he croaked, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Have mercy!”
"Mercy?" I echoed, my voice dripping with disdain. "Like the mercy you would've shown Alice?"
“We wouldn’t have harmed her!” the soldier blubbered. “Our instructions were to bring her to Her Majesty alive!”
I lifted an eyebrow.
“Curiouser and curiouser,” I mused. “And what are the Red Queen’s plans once she has Alice in her possession?”
“I don’t know.”
I reached one of my paws forward and sank my claws into the bleeding stump where the man’s leg used to be. He let out an unholy sound.
“I’m telling you, I don’t know!”
“Who told the Red Queen that Alice was here?”
“I don’t know her name,” the man panted. I growled, then slowly clawed at his flesh like I was casually shuffling a deck of cards. Another wretched scream pushed out of his lungs.
“It began with a D!” he coughed. “Diane or Deena...something like that!”
“Was it Dinah, perhaps?”
“Yes!” he cried. “Yes, her name was Dinah! I remember now! She’s been assigned to keep track of Alice’s whereabouts. That’s all I know!”
I frowned at him.
Then I grinned.
“Are you certain about that?” I flexed my paw and shredded the flesh even deeper, until the soldier punched the ground with his fist.
