Battle - Hook and Belle, because hilarity
The words when pronounced properly had the desired effect, black smoke shot into the air, and then into the ground, drawn down if by some power be it good or evil. It was no longer a threat but there was now a very confused person in front of Belle, a man about of age with Gaston, dark haired like him. And terrified. And Belle could hardly blame him, he'd been overtaken by a great evil, lead to fight and now had woken up free of it here. Surrounded by arrows flying, by swordfights, by guns and weapons that glowed, by lightning and flame and magical rope beyond all reason. By gods and fairytales alike.
"My name is Belle, Belle French, and I'll get you out of here, alright, you have to trust me, Mr...um, you have a name?" she asked, Silly question usually, of course he had a name. But it might keep him talking. Talking avoided thinking too hard about any of this. Which really was the best way to be. He finally spoke, stuttering his way through a sentence that told her his name was Marcus and he had been some kind of law man in Topeka. Which Belle believed she knew to be in the same land...no, no state, that was it, the same state.
"I'll see that you get back to Topeka, you just have to walk with me."
For a few paces they did, Belle trying to keep him talking until a knife swung out at her. But this was Belle, she was not entirely helpless and so she stood in front of Marcus to fight his attacker.
Attackers.
2 of them.
And Marcus, without much hesitation ran, abandoning her to whatever may be her fate. Brave, she had to be brave. She could do this, she needed to do this. She would not fall here. She'd sworn she would find her love again, and she would. But he would find her again