Too lazy to stop Pok from doing whatever she's about to do, you just... stand there and watch her approach. Pok continues to slowly walk towards her, slowly raising up her sword as she walks. The girl looks up, but its too late. The sword comes down and the girl's head ominously rolls over to your feet. Blood trails from the head to the rest of the severed body, where blood is slowly pooling, surrounding Pok's feet and dying the soles of her boots a deep crimson. Her head creepily turns to look at you. Obviously, you're shocked. Too shocked to move, too shocked to talk, and too shocked to stand, which you realize as you fall to your knees. Pok just... stares at you. "...seriously? That was opposition. She had to go. No reason to be surprised." You still can't move, or think, or talk. She just... killed someone... someone who hadn't even done anything to her. Your heart beats faster. "Is this really a problem to you? She would've killed us if I didn't swing first. Stand up, lets go." You don't. Rather, you can't. She brings her blood-coated sword back up above her head. "Lets. Go. If you won't stand and fight with me, you are also an enemy. Stand. Or stay down forever." A tear falls from your eyes. The sword swings down. No more need to worry about the dragon or getting back home. Focus on getting your head back on your shoulders.