As Elphaba closed in on the witch she'd thrown to the ground, her anger was still rising. The athame was still clutched tightly in her hand, but instead of delivering a killing blow, she sank the blade into the witch's shoulder, causing the woman to scream in pain. Elphaba laughed, a cold, harsh laugh. "You don't like how that feels? Oh, too bad. It's the least you've got coming to you for what you've done to my friend!" She jerked the athame out of the witch and was about to deliver another blow when she heard a cry of pain. She didn't need to ask who it was, she recognized the pitch. Elphaba froze in place and for a few moments, and everything stopped. She didn't notice the look Elena gave her or that the brunette ran into the other room. She didn't notice the witch at her feet scrambling away from her, hand pressed over her open wound. "Galinda!!" Elphaba cried, then her anger surged out of her like blood from a severed artery.
Spinning on her heel, Elphaba left the wounded witch behind her and she ran into the other room to get to Galinda's aid. By the time she got there, she saw the blonde witch had put a bubble around her attacker. Elphaba snarled and ran at the witch, rendered immobilized by the bubble. The athame sank into the witch's prone stomach, the blade driving in as far as it could. Elphaba glared harshly into the woman's eyes, which were wide with pain and fear. It wasn't clear whether this was a reaction to having been gutted or to the fact her attacker had green skin. Either way, Elphaba didn't care. The bitch was going to die for what she'd done to Bonnie and for trying to hurt Galinda. Jerking the knife out of the witch's stomach, Elphaba couldn't help but feel the urge to savor this. She thrusted the athame into another area of the woman's stomach, eliciting another scream of pain from her. This time when she pulled the athame back, the woman fell to her knees. Elphaba grabbed a fist full of her hair and jerked her head back so she was looking up at her.
"Are you afraid of me? If not, you should be." Elphaba leaned closer to her, looking the woman dead in the eye. "I am the Wicked Witch of the West." Her tone was a dangerous one, completely cold and uncaring about the life she was about to take. With that, Elphaba plunged the athame deep into the witch's blackened heart. She let go of the woman's hair, pulled the athame out of her, and watched as she slumped to the floor, her blood draining from her. Elphaba was breathing a bit heavily due to the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She was trembling slightly, also an effect of the adrenaline. This was the point of no return.
After a moment, she looked at Galinda. At that moment, she looked nothing like the Elphaba the blonde knew. There was nothing but cold rage etched into her features. She had the blood of two different people on her, one of them now dead by her own hand. Now more than ever she was the Wicked Witch of the West. She then turned around, not wanting to keep her back to the fighting any longer. It was then that she saw Bonnie kill Abigail. Ephaba didn't even flinch, she only stood there like a bloodied green and red wall between the remaining witches and Galinda.