"So, I see that you've come for me," Skare turned as a cat, smiling devilishly, appeared out of nowhere.
"The bell tolls for thee, Strawman," the cat hissed. Small flames lighted on his paws as he leaped at Skare. he ducked and countered with a sudden jab to the cat's underbelly. The Chesire swung his tail, now wreathed with flame, and caught Skare's hand.
A magickal wind blew out the fire as a gunshot, aimed at the cat, flew from behind Skare. The cat blinked out a second before it hit, and Skare turned to see a woman with white hair pointing the gun.
"Alice?" Skare asked as he recognized the woman, remembering the little girl she was.
"Scarecrow," Alice said, walking towards him."I don't know what's going on, and i want to be on your side."