Agatha VS Wanda

Pure, unfiltered gun-fun.

No plot. No mercy. Just gorgeous girls in black lace and the sharp crack of gunfire.

One moment they’re facing off ( pistols raised, eyes locked, bodies trembling with tension ).

The next, they’re writhing on the forest floor, breathless, bloodied, gone.

Sometimes they hunt each other. Sometimes they share the trigger.

Every time, they die beautifully.

Close-ups of shaking hands, parted lips, final gasps. Slow-motion falls through dappled light.

Raw, hypnotic, and over far too soon.

AGATHA VS WANDA

Death never looked this good.