Esme stayed off the side, glancing worriedly among the others. When Hag appeared she moved closer to him without realizing it. The High Father scared her. His followers did too.
He started to make her angry with the way he was talking to Hag. It was so... so mean. And unnecessary. 
Then everything started to happen so fast. First Hag was shot at, but Shadow took the bullet. But before she had time to react to that Hag was shot as well.
"NO!" she screamed, running to him. Kneeling beside him, she pulled Hag into her lap. "Hag! No! Please come back! You can't be gone! Please!!" she sobbed, holding him to her and rocking.
She heard a snort over her. "Damn fag was asking for it," one of the High Father's followers said, spitting on Hag.
"Get away!" Esme screamed. "Get away from him! You pig! You vile putrid excuse of a man!"
He raised his hand to hit her but stopped when he heard a commotion behind them. "I'll deal with you later," he promised before heading back to see what Mortimer was doing.
Esme kissed Hag's forehead and cheek. "Please come back to me," she murmured, begging. "Please..."
Se couldn't go on without him. He was her lifeline, her only family, the only person she... she loved...
"I love you," she whispered, her tears dripping down onto his face.
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Chance growled, wanting to go ape-shit on the men, but Kodama's attitude stopped her. He wasn't doing anything right now, but they would... eventually. She glared at the men and hissed. 
"Jack-asses," she commented before leaving. She went to her tent and started raging.
"It's not fair! It's not fair! It's! Not! FAIR!" she shouted, getting louder and more shrill with each moment. She never even got to screw Hag! Damn it! She had been trying so hard to get into Kodama's pants that she had neglected Hag. Now it was too late.
A roar came from her as her eyes glowed orange and her teeth sharpened. Now she couldn't even eat thanks to Father Old-Fart.
Most of her anger didn't even come from Hag's death, although that was a major annoyance. It was from the fact that now they had to listen to the religious fanatic and his toy soldiers. Chance started ranting about it while ripping things apart. Her tent started to look like a tornado hit it. A tornado with teeth and claws.