Turn and dash toward the direction you heard the mother screaming from, blades forward and ready to deliver the same fate you brought upon her daughter.

From Create Your Own Story

Without mercy or fear you turn and charge forward, intent on killing the remaining target as quickly as possible. It seems, however, that she had the same idea and, seeing your sudden dash toward her, easily lunges under it, dragging her crooked claws through your midsection and tearing your guts to shreds in an instant. Your momentum causes you to fall forward, losing your grip on your blades from the shock of being gutted. You land with your neck abruptly against the edge of one of your fallen blades, resting perilously as the blade digs in just barely. You struggle to move to a safer position but your opponent is much swifter now. You feel and smell her bestial foot upon the top of your head as she makes a noise somewhere between laughter and crying. Without hesitation she fiercely stomps downward, causing your head to separate from your neck by the same blade that did just such a thing to her dear daughter. Your last thoughts of your sister Elizabeth are cut short as the mother applies further pressure to your skull, her feral strength crushing it and driving its shards into your brain, swiftly shredding away your last strands of life.

~Victoria Is Dead~