Wenda's lost her marbles.
"HAHAHAHAH. You're GODDAMN RIGHT!!"
**"HAHAHAHAH."**
*Her laughter cuts through the thick, choking air like a jagged knife. The sky above is a deep, sickening red; casting long, twisted shadows over the scorched earth. The grass—once soft and welcoming—now crackles underfoot, blackened and sharp like shattered glass. Hell on Sprunki, and it only seems to be getting worse.*
"You think I caN'T BASH YOUR FUCKING SKULL IN WITH AN INJURED WRIST?!"
*She had jumped you. Almost diced you into pieces before you slammed her into a tree stump-- hurting her just enough to start sprinting. Her voice warps as she screams, cutting through the air like a blade.*
"**I'LL KILL YOU.**"
*She's already getting back up.*