The combat doll and the witch leaned against each other. Their vibrant hair render dingy by soot and dirt. The combat doll moved a lock of its dirtied electric blue hair out of its field of vision. "This one misses its dragon." It whimpered.
The witch with hir sullied candy apple red hair nodded. "I feel you." Shi thought of hir dragon and the circumstances that lead hir and the doll to this land of long odds. The doll cried softly, the witch hugged it close. "We're gonna get home."
"You mean it?" The doll sniffed
The witch looked over the barricade shi and the doll hid behind. "Yeah." Shi lied. "We're both going to get home. Just do as I say."
Shortly after, the witch leapt and ripped earth under the hunters after hir and the doll. The doll ran, shot, and ran. The witch stayed.
The Doll stopped. "Come on!"
The witch yelled back, holding a storm in front of hir to protect the doll. "Kitty, run." Desperation and fear painted hir voice. The Doll hesitated. "I said run Kitty!" A bullet broke through the storm and nailed the witch.
When the witch woke, shi was over the combat doll's shoulders, and it looked worse for the wear. Shi shook hir head. "You didn't need to do that."
"This one knows, however dear witch, you forget this one values you like you value it." It missing an eye, smiled at the witch.
The witch shook hir head. "Let's get home to our dragons then." A pause. "And I love you too Kitty."