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   God, these people were idiots.
   Actually, scratch that — idiots felt like a compliment at this point.
   She wasn’t a big fan of compliments, especially not with
   this certain group of douchebags who felt the need to take
   charge in a situation where they’d literally be skewered and used
   as a pretty little table top decoration if a Witch got their hands
   on them —— of course, they seemed to think otherwise.
   They always thought otherwise, didn’t they?

                     (   Men   )

           Patience wearing thin, a heavy breath slip through her lips,
           and Gretel’s eyes finally roll as she reaches back to
           bring the heavy bow out from behind her back, head
           cocked to the side as she aims the tip of the arrowhead
           directly on the main douchebags forehead, letting the
           metal dig in a little — pierce the skin — until a small bead
           of crimson blood began to paint the tip of her weapon.

   ”Lemme make something real clear to you——”

            “Get in my way, and I’ll not only shoot this arrow
             straight through your thick fucking skull, but I’ll
             aim another so far into your ass you’ll never be able
             to walk straight for the rest of your god damn miserable excuse of a life—

                                                                             If you even get that.”