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Her vision started to fade in and out, consumed by a red haze. That's when she had an idea; if she could get him to use all of his bullets, the women with the Bowie knife could have a chance to finish him off. Painfully, she sat up on one arm, shaking precariously.
"God, I hope this works," She muttered. She took a deep breath, and from her tiny mouth came the worst cussing out that she'd ever heard or given. (I don't like to type that sort of thing, so just imagine a lot of f words and lots of other profanities). If she could insult him badly enough, he may lose his temper. It was worth a try. She was certain she would die anyway, but if she could save the lives of others, it could be worth it. Then, the world blacked out, and she fell limp to the ground.