Sister rips everyone to shreds. Her chainsaw is like a paintbrush, the mall is her canvas, and the fighters are her paint. It's her full time job. I slam a giant stone slab between the fighters and Sister. "I think, the mike was not have been working. It is incredibly retarded to try and fight this *****. I learned that the hard way. So stop, go and hide, and think of a plan that doesn't involve you dying over and over again."