All of a sudden Lancelot was there, but then he was Cora and Mary Margaret was pinned to the wall and choking... How would she explain that to David? "I'm sorry, person-who-is-apparently-my-father, but your wife was killed by magical non-existent hands in the remains of my nursery because of a wardrobe." Yeah. Fantastic. She ran forward to help and was flung across the room as well, and she struggled as her mother choked out words against her aggressor.
But then she had a mastermind plan; destroy the wardrobe! Then psycho-bitch would have no reason to stick around. Right? She tapped out the gunpowder from a bullet and lit it, saying victoriously "No you won't" and the little magic tree caught on fire.
But then Cora sucked the heat out of the air and into her hand and there was a fireball heading straight for her and Emma was going to die...
They hadn't gone far. Just a little ways down the hall. Mulan was talking with Aurora, chiding her for following them with dreams of revenge. Belle's attention was focused on a little feather within a glass case. It was a beautiful thing; soft and red and clearly of some value. But her eyes focused on its little placard. "The Phoenix feather used by Cinderella to trap Rumpelstiltskin, the Dark One". How could twelve little words be so heartbreaking? What had they done to him? Was he hurt? Why did they want to trap him anyway? She wiped the tears off her lashes and sniffed deeply, then sniffed again. She could smell burning. She turned to call out to Mulan, but the Warrior was already rushing to the room, the Princess following in her wake.
In a single movement Mulan had launched herself from just within the doorway to halfway across the room as she batted a fireball away from Emma. She slid across the floor, sword in hand, as that woman from the pit looked around at the five faces now staring at her and said, exasperated, "We're not done." And then she was gone and the wardrobe was burning.
Short moments later and Mulan was, predictably, pacing the room, angry at herself for being fooled so thoroughly by Cora. Emma and Aurora looked confused, and Snow looked heartbroken. Belle stood, waiting for a decision to be made. And then an argument broke out, the others bickering through their pain at Lancelot's death. "And who's going to lead us? You?" "No. Her." Nominating leaders in the fight against Cora. A good plan.
"I'm honored, but Emma and I, we still have to find a way to Storybrooke" That was a fair point; they had to get home. "We'll help you. We'll find a way, won't we?" Well. That was easy. Now it would be easier to tell Mulan she wanted to go there too, since they were planning to help. "Yes." Even the Princess was agreeing! "Perhaps it will help me channel my anger" was all she offered in ways of an explanation, a small smile on her face. Mulan turned to Belle. "Belle?" Well, she had to tell them at some point. Why not now? Belle nodded.
"Yes. I will help you find a way to open a portal to your land. And when we are done, perhaps you can take me with you?" You could practically hear the crickets it was so quiet. The four women stared at her in mounting surprise, Aurora with her mouth gaping open in an un-ladylike manner. "What?" Belle turned to Snow. "You are not the only one who wishes to be reunited with her True Love." And she stalked out the room before they could ask exactly who her love was.
It took those ridiculous women far too long to leave, Snow and her daughter hanging back to have some sickening little bonding moment. But finally they were gone and Cora could re-materialize in the room. She collected the wardrobe ashes in triumph.