A/N:

So...Almost exactly three weeks after I last managed to do an update! Things came up, got in the way. Hadn't been able to write a single word until today...when I've just cracked out over 6,000 in a matter of a few hours. So please forgive any typos, but I'm posting it straight up so as not to delay any longer! Wouldn't want you all to go thinking I'd forgotten about you now!

But here it is... The longer awaited second part... Ride ain't over yet.

6.2: Valentin's Day, Part II

Forearms thrown up in front of her, the sound of the ricochets pinged through the room as Wonder Woman deflected all of the bullets meant to bring her down. In a swift action, she darted forward too, leaning into it to get herself there that fraction quicker. Barely a few seconds after Amara had opened fire on her, Wonder Woman was on top of her. A flick of her shoulder and she jammed her wrist up, forcing the bracelet hard into the barrel of the gun. Not only was it a motion to stop the latest shot, but it also knocked Amara's grasp slightly skywards. And that was all the opening Diana needed.

Snatching out with her other hand, she ripped the weapon out of Amara's grasp. Before the altered woman could even contemplate responding, Wonder Woman had made sure the pistol would be killing no one that day. In a feat of strength, she tore the barrel of it clean apart, ripping her arms wide to throw the pieces scattering everywhere.

But it was also the fraction of time that the bandaged Dolls needed to advance. Walif was injured, he couldn't move. But they certainly could. And like Amara, they had clearly been programmed by the Pyg to one end; make sure that Amara killed him. Wonder Woman could take the Dolls on, every last one of them. She knew it and they knew it. But it seemed they didn't care. Not so long as they did what Pyg had told them to do, and proved that he had indeed ended love.

And now the whole ring of them were advancing on Walif. Barely even registering how Amara was reacting to the destruction of her weapon, Wonder Woman had to act fast. A whirl of motion, she simultaneously spun, dropped to on knee and flung her lasso out with as much force as she could muster with the flick of her wrist. But not to ensnare them. No, instead she used it more like a whip, a tripwire. Thrown in a wide, sweeping arc, it tore a semi-circle through the room. And with enough force behind it and enough Gods-given tensile strength in the cords, there was no stopping it. Smashing through them one by one around knee high, it brought every last one of the Dolls closing on Walif smashing down to the deck.

Wonder Woman barely had time to spot the momentary flash of relief in Walif's face as he pushed himself as far back in that chair he'd been bound to as he could, clearly desperate to get away from the Dolls. But as much as he felt fear, they felt determination. Dedication. An almost robotic will to do what Pyg required of them. Which meant that what Diana had just done was nothing to them but a delay.

That was why they were already rising, and why Diana knew she couldn't just leave Walif out there among them on that chair. As soon as the lasso had looped back into her hand, she flung it out again, only this time not aiming for any of the Dolls. This time, it caught around Walif's shoulders. She knew this would hurt him – especially after his torture – and she regretted the necessity, but Wonder Woman then immediately pulled on the cord, hard. The momentum was immediate, forceful. Dragged purely by it alone and requiring neither strength nor balance, Walif was soon flying straight into Diana's arms, past the rising Dolls, as she in turn rose back to her feet.

She caught him with ease, hoping it would imbue some sense of hope into him. Instead, she immediately heard his sharp intake of breath, his latest show of fear. As she looked back behind her, she saw it was with good reason.

This place was no barracks, no armoury. Wonder Woman had destroyed Amara's handgun, and there was no others around. But what this place was was a surgery. A butcher's abattoir. There were knives and blades galore. And, with her first weapon gone and with Wonder Woman distracted by the Dolls, it seemed Amara had found one.

One that, even as Diana looked behind her, was plunging hard and fast towards Wonder Woman's jugular, ready to slit it wide. Ready to kill. Ready to leave Walif unprotected…

Walif held up in one hand, Diana had only one free. Her poise and position made things worse. In what time she had, there was limited movement she could make to stop her demise.

But she did it. One fist thrown level with her head, it put the bracelet in just enough of a position to cover her neck. To deflect the blade away with a riveting clang. But in her condition Amara was never going to stop at just the one attempt. As she pulled her deflected arm back under control, she was emotionlessly stabbing again, only this time lower, towards Diana's gut and pelvis. This time, Wonder Woman had to spin herself fast, in order to have any chance of deflecting the blow coming from behind. But in doing so, she had to drag Walif around with her.

And in turn, she almost played straight into Amara's hands. Almost too late did Wonder Woman realise the ploy. Almost too late did she notice the arc of Amara's stab wasn't actually going to impale her. It was instead going to impale him. Only at the last possible moment did she manage to revert her protective wrist back into the blade's path, a desperate flick of her muscles.

But while there was another clang, this one was much softer. A much less direct hit of metal on metal. This time, it was only a glancing blow. A fact that meant the balde could keep continuing forwards. Forwards into Walif…

His howl of pain was agony to Diana's ears. The only source of comfort was when she spotted the gash in his side and in his bicep. A gash that looked bloodied immediately, and extremely painful. But just a gash… The blade had been deflected enough the it missed his torso, his organs. That it shouldn't claim his life…

Small comforts. Important comforts. But a warning sign too close for comfort. Wonder Woman may have dragged Walif from the bulk of the Dolls, but until he was clear from all of them, he wasn't safe. And he had to be safe.

Diana reached out and grabbed at Amara's wrist with her free hand, the one bearing the hand bearing the knife. Immediately, she ripped it back, bending Amara's arm dangerously close to going directions it wasn't meant to go. But it wasn't to cause pain, it was to avoid it. To create an opening. All of the Dolls had crowded into this chamber, as if to trap her and Walif. But thanks to her actions with the lasso, Diana had already managed to make it so that Amara was the only Doll that stood between her and the room she had come through earlier. The room with the surgery table and the corpses. The horrifying room…But the room she knew was clear of imminent threats. Now she had Amara in her unbreakable grasp, Wonder Woman had made a clear route out of there. With another flick of her wrist, Diana once again flung out the lasso, only this time not to drag Walif in. Like a top, this time it sent him spinning away out of there. It was with a crash that he finally unfurled from the lasso as he hit that surgery table in the middle of the next room, awkwardly holding himself up on it for balance, but it was a crash that was a good sign. It meant she should now be able to get to work without having to worry as much about his safety.

And she got to it immediately. Giving Amara's wrist another twist, she send enough pain into her receptors that Amara's reflexes kicked in, her fingers opening wide. Even the Pyg couldn't remove all of those…or so Diana hoped. But he hadn't in Amara, and the next moment the knife was dropped clattering to the floor. Once again taking one of Amara's weapon's out of play, Wonder Woman immediately stamped on it, smashing her boot down into the metal and causing it to snap it a thousand pieces too.

"I don't want to hurt you Amara," Diana then finally managed to beg. Because she didn't. Not Amara. Not any of the Dolls. She would do what she had to do. But in her heart, Diana knew she that what she had to do was save them. Not just Walif. All of them. "Stop this! Let me help you!"

But Amara said nothing. She didn't even whimper with pity or howl with rage. Pyg seemed to have taken those from her too. All she did was try to resist. But even though she felt stronger than a starving, broken migrant snatched away by kidnappers should ever be close to being, she had nothing on Wonder Woman. Her efforts merely made her drop to her knees, merely brought her more pain than Wonder Woman ever wanted to bring her.

But Wonder Woman had no chance to feel pity of her own. It seemed Amara wanted to drop down. Because while the blade had shattered, some of the pieces were still large enough to grab clean hold of. And in turn, the fractures of the metal made those pieces sharper than ever before.

It left Wonder Woman no choice but to mercilessly hurl Amara back across the room before the serrated metal was plunged deep into her thigh.

It was a motion that meant Wonder Woman could finally look back towards the rest of the Dolls. As Amara's flying form careened through them, several were knocked back down to the deck. But the others… They were still coming. For her, and for the prize she guarded, the prize that lay beyond in the next room. They weren't all armed. It seemed clear that Pyg needed it to be Amara who struck Walif the fatal blow for his experiment. But they were all a part of the game, all enforced pawns in his diabolical scheme. And all intent on getting to Walif by any means necessary, including tearing through anything that stood in their way. From the blank looks in their eyes behind those bandages, Diana could see that all of them were even more lost to Pyg's machinations than Amara. She could see straight away that there was going to be no reasoning with them. She had no choice then.

"Have it your way," she growled under her breath as they kept slowly advancing like a plague, backing up slowly to stand right in the narrow doorway between them and Walif. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she then set herself for the ferocity of battle.

With that, the masses finally surged. Before she knew it they were all right on her. Flying fists, kicks, headbutts. Some wielding knives and cleavers. Some simply trying to use the distraction of the others to run straight on through.

But Wonder Woman was having none of it. She was an absolute whirlwind of motion. Grabbing anyone who dared try to get around her in the narrow point and hurling them back into the room. Deflecting every attempt to stab at her or hack her apart against her bracelets. The blunt attacks, some may have got through but without enough ferocity to do her any real damage. The others, she batted away with force. But all the time, she continued to hold back her own strength. She would fight, she would battle, she would not let them through. But she also would not break them.

But while holding back spoke volumes of her strength of character, it was also her weakness in the battle. Because as good as Wonder Woman was, holding back meant that those Dolls just kept coming. Every one of them. Scores of them. Constantly on her, constantly fighting her. Every deflected blow, every Doll hurled away, every time Wonder Woman pushed back, it was all temporary. Another attack was only fractions away. And by the laws of such constants, one of the Dolls strikes was eventually going to get through.

Such a rarity, but Wonder Woman felt her skin get pierced as one attack too many landed. It was minor, another strike that was just a cut rather than a fatality, but it was enough to create the opening. Her arm sliced open, there was a brief moment when Wonder Woman's guard lowered as she reflexively reacted. Needing whatever chance they could get, the Dolls weren't about to let their opening slide. Before Wonder Woman was back in control, all the Dolls were on her even more.

Grabbing at her, clutching her arms, pinning her down. As if all the Dolls at once were trying to drag her down. All of them, diving on top of her to take her out of play however they could. Scores of hands grabbing at her with enough force that even Wonder Woman was knocked off balance and down to the floor. As soon as she hit the deck, it felt like all of those Dolls were jumping atop her one by one, not only using their strength against her but also their collective weight as they all tried to grab at her arms, her legs, anything they could get hold of to pin her down. Almost all of them had even seemed to cast their blades aside.

Almost all, except the one. The one bandaged man who stepped around the crowd, cleaver still in hand. A cleaver he soon swung, aiming for the one spot on her not covered by the mass of his fellow Dolls; straight for her head. But even pinned, Wonder Woman didn't give up. She could still resist. For even as the blade came to slice her head in half, she snatched up with nothing but her determination and her teeth. Timing the bite to perfection and her jaws as mighty as the rest of her, not only did she manage to stop the blow, she once again sent a weapon shattering to pieces.

The unfortunate side affect there was that she had to quickly shake the pieces from her eyes as they scattered from such close range unimpeded. Once again, that mere moment was enough for events to take another turn. Because in the mass of the attack, there had been one of the Dolls who had stayed back, who hadn't gotten involved in the fight for ground. In the fight to get past Wonder Woman to Walif. But now that Diana was down, it was their time to move.

Even through all the other bodies, Diana felt the extra weight and force as she literally ran right over the piled people, bounding away and through the entrance way beyond. This was all about giving Amara the opportunity to kill Walif. Now as she advanced on him, still cowering in that next room against the surgical table, unable to run, Amara clearly thought she had it. From the floor, Wonder Woman could just twist enough to see Amara touch down beyond the threshold. Could see every step Amara took as she mercilessly closed in on the man who was her lover.

Could see as she passed by the discarded tray of operating equipment.

Could see as Amara picked up the scalpel.

Could see the fear spreading in Walif's eyes as he began to stammer futile pleas of mercy at her manipulated form.

And could foresee every action of what Amara was about to do…

There wasn't time to hold back anymore. There wasn't time to figure out another way. There wasn't time to worry about hurting the Dolls. They may be innocent at heart, but at hand they were anything but. And now the time for holding back had run out.

One of the Dolls atop her was right atop her, using his body to pin her torso. Thrusting with every sinew of her neck muscles, Wonder Woman crashed her forehead against his, a crack enhanced by the metal tiara she wore. For good measure, she then threw another headbutt, this time crashing into him with enough force that she saw a tooth fly from his head, even through the bandage wrapped around it. The Doll clearly felt it, physically knocked back. It was enough to get him fractionally off her. Between that and her new approach, it freed her enough that she managed to yank first one arm free, then the other, the act of which alone was another to toss another few Dolls aside. What came next took care of the rest.

For even as those Dolls moved to grab at her all over again, Wonder Woman was flinging her arms high and wide, hurling them into every Doll that they could reach to hit them hard. Then, with the grasp of the Dolls weakened, she thrust first her torso and her entire body up into the air. Literally. But Wonder Woman wasn't the only one left flying after her action. The Dolls were sent that way too. All of them. Every one that had dared grab her, be atop her. They were all thrown clear, the entire mass of them sent plunging across the room.

But Wonder Woman was touching down before any of them, despite gravity being on their side. Yet even before her boots once again hit the surface she was turned, once again facing only Amara and Walif. She was almost on him, ready to heartlessly stab him dead.

Walif had practically collapsed onto the surgery table, sinking as deep into it as he could, but Amara was right there. Her footsteps stopped. She was coldly looming over him, not saying a word as he sobbed. The scalpel was raised in her fist, ready to plunge into his skull…

Diana was out of time. Her choices were almost all gone. Desperately, she hurled the lasso with all of her might…

As it snared perfectly around Amara's wrist, tightening as much as it could without slicing her hand off, at first Wonder Woman couldn't tell if she had been too late. She couldn't see if a hair's breadth had saved him, or if the blade had pierced through his eye. But she also didn't stop to wonder. Heaving with gritted teeth against the other woman's frantic resistance, she slowly dragged back Amara's hand, scalpel and all. Slowly she pulled Amara back, to drag her clear away from Walif with the very weapon with which she had gone to kill him.

And only then did Wonder Woman feel the relief, even as she continued to have to fight Amara's attempts to struggle her way back to him. Only then did she manage to see past Amara that he was still alive. That the blade hadn't taken him. And only then, did she the look in Amara's face. The look of desperation. Almost of panic. For someone turned so unfeeling and callous, the threat of failing the Pyg clearly meant everything.

But the victory wasn't hers yet. Far from it. For even as she felt that relief, Wonder Woman heard the Doll leaping at her again from behind, the first of them to come back at her again. She certainly felt it as one landed on her shoulders, immediately clawing at her grip on the lasso. Instantly Wonder Woman swung her entire body round in a three-sixty degree arc, a motion resulting in dragging Amara ever closer by the shortening of the lasso and hurling her unwanted passenger back again like a discuss.

He had done her no damage, but it was the unwanted reminder of what was still behind her, enhanced by the fact that, due to her spin, Wonder Woman saw them all coming for her again. All the Dolls refusing to give up.

Thinking quickly, Diana hurriedly stepped beyond the threshold of the doorway. Before any of the Dolls could reach her, she not only slammed it shut behind her, but then immediately thrust her powerful, free hand against it. She was clutching at it as if her life depended on it, holding the thing too. It was a good job she was, for a moment later all the force of a dozen Dolls slammed against it, using all their weight to try to smash their way through to her, Amara and Walif. Anyone else and it may have been enough, but even with one hand Wonder Woman was able to forcibly hold them at bay.

Which meant that, at long last, she had her opening. Her focus was split, half her energy used to keep that door closed, but finally she had the chance to try and end this. She had been working to save Walif. Now was finally her chance to save Amara too. And not just for her friend. But what it could mean for all of them. Every last one of those innocent migrants that Pyg had decimated.

And then, eventually, to saving every one of them still languishing in those camps.

"Amara, please, listen to me," Diana said through the strain of both holding back that door and holding onto that lasso. She knew she could let neither go, just as she couldn't let these people go. "Please. Remember who you are! Remember what you told me in the refugee camp, Amara. Remember that Walif is the man you love. Remember! Remember your heart, your soul. Remember why you came here. No one can take that from you. No one can take away your heart. The Pyg has done something to your mind, but I refuse to believe he can take away your heart! Please Amara. Please… You told me you would do anything to help ease Walif's suffering. Help him now. Help him get you back. All you need to do is remember… Remember you love him!"

"No!" The word burst from Amara like a thunderbolt. A ferocity had suddenly crossed her eyes, the sinews leaping out in her neck and face. It seemed Pyg had done nothing to remove her anger, at least not fully. At least not when it came to his orders. "I serve Professor Pyg! He has freed me of the imperfections of love! I am perfect nowwwaaargh!"

Her finally word descended to a scream. Wonder Woman almost reacted before she spotted why. The lasso. It had started to glow.

Truth. That was what Amara needed. Pyg had manipulated her, he had operated on her, he had changed her. But at her core, none of that was who Amara really was, just what he had made her. This thing, this Doll in front of Diana, it wasn't Amara's true self. It wasn't her personal truth. It was a lie. And the lasso did not react well to lies.

"NO!" Amara's scream intensified as did the lasso's glow. It was burning her, Wonder Woman knew it. It was forcing her to see a truth in herself that the Pyg had tried to force her to never see again. It was giving her the kind of conflict that must wreak havoc on a mind. An indelible truth, a forceful contradiction. A need that goes against everything she was.

An immovable object. An unstoppable force.

But put together, one notion has to die.

Behind Wonder Woman, the door was creaking no end. The Dolls smashing into it, pushing, hacking, doing anything they could to try and get through. It was all leaving the barricade threatening to buckle and break from the insurmountable forces being applied to it from both sides. But Diana continued to hold on, refusing to let it go.

This was the answer. They were almost there. She just needed Amara to see it. To accept it.

"You're seeing the truth Amara!" Diana yelled out over Amara's ongoing screams of determined pain. "Accept it! Accept who you are! Accept the truth! Cast off what Pyg has done to you! Remember who you are! Remember your heart!"

"N…no…"

Barely a whimper. The force of her counter was weak this time, diminished. It was working. Her induced resistance to it was strong, but Wonder Woman could see it. She could see it in Amara's eyes, how she held herself. She could see it as Amara's grip on that scalpel finally weakened and it dropped harmlessly to the floor. She could see it as the lasso kept on glowing.

The truth was getting through to her. She was remembering.

"No!"

But maybe Wonder Woman was celebrating too soon. Barely had the scalpel hit the floor than a reinvigorated blast of defiance burst forth from Amara, a steel back in her eyes as they fixed firmly on Wonder Woman again. Yet what else was in there was what scared Diana more. For despite the steel, the doubt remained, the faint signs of returning warmth, compassion, love. Yet all of it was surrounded by fear, dismay. An overriding impression of failure.

And suddenly Diana understood. She didn't need to see the trigger movement of Amara slowly opening her jaw wide. She didn't need to see the fear, the breaking resistance, the sense of an unwanted ending. She had seen once before what happened to a Doll who had failed the Pyg…

The Doll in the camp.

The false tooth. The carbon nitrates.

The way the body of that Doll had literally and horrifically burned away from the inside before her very eyes…

Wonder Woman reacted the only way she could. It didn't matter that she knew it meant her all-important hold on that door would be broken, or that it would open the floodgates for those other Dolls to come running through. She couldn't let that happen again. Not to Amara, not to any of them.

And so, without any further hesitation yet still holding the lasso tight, Wonder Woman flung herself forwards across the room. Her body clattered into Amara's but she kept her control of the motion. As soon as she hit her, Diana had her hand clamping tightly on Amara's jaw, forcing it to stay open with all of her strength and might. By the time they were clattering into the table Walif still straddled, her other hand was already plunged into Amara's open mouth. It was drastic, it was desperate, but there was no other choice.

For by the time their motion had finally stopped, with just her bare hands and with a faint gush of blood, Wonder Woman ripped the false tooth clear out of Amara's head.

Immediately she tossed the tooth aside, wanting it and its toxins nowhere near her. It was rattling across the deck barely fractions after Amara's yelp of pain finally issued from her at the dentistry. But it was what followed the yelp that meant the most.

Because it was then that the lasso suddenly stopped glowing. It was then that it no longer needed to. It was then that Amara's screams stopped, that her resistance stopped.

It was then that the coldness finally left her. The need to obey the Pyg finally left her.

And it was then, as her truths finally formed their way back into her mind and her memories, that her eyes suddenly widened with pain and regret. It was then that, with a sharp intake of breath, she suddenly reached out for Walif's hand beside her.

Despite everything that Pyg had done to her, Amara Tesheme Etefu was back.

But while the moment was glorious and touching, and while she clearly wanted nothing more than to wrap herself in his arms, Diana saw Amara glance back towards her as she uncoiled her from the lasso with a flick of her wrist. And in that moment, she saw those eyes widen even further, only this time under a new emotion; horror. But Wonder Woman didn't need to look to see why. She knew what was coming.

The doors had burst open the moment that Wonder Woman had released her hold against it. All those remaining Dolls had immediately been pouring through. Diana may have saved one, but that meant nothing for all the others. In fact, if anything it would make them more intent for the kill. As soon as Wonder Woman had acted, though, it was always coming. There was only ever going to be the fraction of time needed to save Amara, nothing more.

Now, it was time to do it all over again. Only this time, the environment was on her side.

Without even looking, Wonder Woman through up a bracelet to deflect the hurled cleaver she knew had been sailing straight towards the back of her head harmlessly away. But in that same motion, she put herself into a spin. A spin towards the advancing horde.

But also a spin that gave her a weapon of her own. In getting Walif back into this room, she had been thinking of nothing but keeping him safe. Wonder Woman hadn't thought about any of its contents other than the fact the deadly Dolls weren't among them. Now, those contents she had seen early were well and truly catching her eyes. Particularly those gas tanks she had spotted earlier, carefully situated right beside the patient's bed. The bed she conveniently was stood right beside…

In the same motion as her spin, Wonder Woman instinctively grabbed one of those gas bottles, hurling it at the nearest batch of the surging horde. It was meant to hit them hard, to use its weight to send them falling, and to subsequently slow down all the Dolls behind them by getting in their way.

But Wonder Woman got more than she bargained for. Only when she'd already hurled the canister did she see that the frontrunning Doll among the frontrunners bore another of those cleavers. And as that canister came hurtling towards him, he raised it, as if the cutting motion cut bash it away. But instead, he only achieved one thing. It hacked a huge gash in the metal tank.

The weighty canister still smashed him hard in the midriff, sending him and those near him toppling like skittles, but now there was something else added to the mix. The gas that it held within, now all seeping out through the hole the front Doll had gorged in its top. The purplish cloud of vapour immediately bursting out like an explosion, throwing out almost of wall of substance in the middle of the room.

A wall of gas that indeed stopped all who got caught within it right in their tracks. Barely before any of them even had a chance to inhale it, all those frontrunning Dolls within the gas were staggering to a halt. They all looked like they were caught in a sudden stupor, like all energy had vanished from their bodies and they were now in a state of near drunkenness, near unconsciousness. What was more, behind them all the other Dolls were skidding to a halt, as if urgently avoiding entering the gas cloud at all costs. Barely moments later, all those Dolls within the cloud were not just staggering, they were collapsing to the floor, hard.

At first a sudden fear took over Diana. At first she became afraid of what it had actually been inside those canisters. At first she was petrified that it was the cyanide, and that she had just killed those altered migrants. Only a second later did rationality overcome paranoia. Only then did she twig that Pyg, in altering these people as he had, must know his way around chemicals. And anyone performing the surgeries he clearly did required an anaesthetic. Fast acting, easily administered, capable of affecting multiple targets at once. And capable of stunting the brain… A key feature he'd need. No, this gas was no poison. It was Pyg's concoction. It was his anaesthetic…

But that was further reason why those rear Dolls were never going to hold back long. It seemed the gas was almost as fast to dissipate as it was acting, the cloud of purple haze already starting to fade. Wonder Woman only had time to cast a glance back over her shoulder at Amara and Walif as it did so, once again seeing the looks in their faces. The panic, the fear. The hope. The love.

She had to protect them.

Turning back, Wonder Woman was on the balls of her feet. The gas was still fading, but she wasn't about to sit back and wait. She wasn't about to wait around for the Dolls to attack. She wasn't about to let them set one foot closer to the couple. It was time to go on the offensive. She just had to hold her breath first.

Her leap was true. Lungs closed off to the gas with more effectiveness than the Dolls would manage, Wonder Woman hurled herself clean through its dissipating vapours without breathing it in. As she hurtled into them, she could tell it caught the Dolls off guard, that they thought no one could yet cross that line. But Pyg's minions had reckoned without her.

Landing, she was immediately taking the Dolls down, sending those she hit on impact flying back once again. As for the others, those nearest her were an ease. Flicked punches, leg swipes, simple throws, they were all knocked back to give Wonder Woman the room to manoeuvre. One simple raised fist even took down the one that came charging straight in for her again.

But all the time, Wonder Woman's urge was to reach out for the lasso. The urge was to wrap these Dolls in its binds, to expose them all to the truth. To save them as she could Amara. Yet no matter how easy she found it to take them down as individuals, there were simply too many of them. By the time she had one saved, the others would all be on her, tearing her apart. And her chances of isolating them all as she had Amara were slim to none…

Somehow…Somehow she had to save them. She couldn't do it as she had Amara, but there had to be a way. The lasso had shown her the path, she just had to figure out how to open the gate…To find someway to save them all.

But barely had that last thought crossed her mind than, mid-fight, she felt the lasso on her hip start to glow again. Throwing the latest Doll off of her, though, Wonder Woman then noticed it was more than that. It wasn't just glowing, it was growing. Literally growing longer before her very eyes.

"Because you stole your armour and lasso you were never told of all the powers they possess. When the time comes you'll know everything you need to know."

Her mother had said those words to her once. Well it seemed like know was the latest of those times. It seemed she had just learnt another of those powers, just in the nick of time. As if the lasso itself knew exactly what she needed, and was making it happen…

A chain. With the extended lasso, she could make a chain. All of them. All of the Dolls bound in the lasso. All at once. She could make them all see the truth. Make them all remember who they really were, that they weren't Pyg's slaves.

With the longer lasso, numbers were no longer a factor. She had her chance. She would have to be fast. She would have to ensure to take their cyanide teeth as she went. But she could do it.

She would do it. She would save them all. All of these innocents abducted from their lives when they were doing nothing but searching for a new home, for the chance to escape torment.

She would save them all.

The smile creased Wonder Woman's lips at the thought, even as the Dolls were coming for her all over again. The first she sent clean over her shoulder. By the time the second reached her, the lasso was off her hip. As he through his punch, she calmly stepped out of its way, holding the first noose up ready for him to stick his arm clean through. As the noose then bound tight, Wonder Woman spun her way behind him, reaching into his mouth as she had Amara to tear out his false tooth. Then, with a rip of her arm, she sent that Doll spinning out of the way.

"Gotcha," she muttered to herself, now convinced more than ever. This would work. She could do it.

And with that thought in might, she dove back into the crowd of onrushing Dolls. Time to live up to her title.

It was time to save them all.