[When the wand is leveled at her, Martha doesn't budge an inch. She knows, at this point, how this all works. She knows that fighting back won't do a thing. As soon as the Queen of Hearts makes her move, they're forced to do as told, and that means that her death sentence has just been handed out.

Of course, it has to be him. Martha glares at this sad excuse for James with a look of almost pure hatred. Even if he hasn't had a choice on who he takes down, Mirror James had seemed to enjoy himself doing it. Had tortured Blake for no other reason than because he wanted to.

She knows the gun won't help her. She doesn't even bother pointing at him, because there's no point to it. She drops it instead, stepping up close to him with a fury in her eyes that burns hot.]

You may have taken out my friends, but it wasn't because of any skill on your part. Remember that. You're just as much of a pawn as I am.

[She sees the wand, hanging between them like a poised snake, and swallows. She won't be scared. She won't.]

You haven't won yet.