In Isshon's mad dash to kill the rest of the cultists her moves had been swift and without regret or mercy. She would slash quickly with her blade whenever they were too close or shoot them with her pistol, it wasn't a fancy one, or particularly powerful, but it was reliable. As she cut down the last of the cultist-come-zombie remnants, her movements finally slowed. She wiped the blade off and sheathed it behind her hip before she half-turned her gun, ejecting the empty magazine.

The empty one was pocketed and she quickly pushed a new one into place, making sure it was firm and pulling the slide back one before letting it set. She approached the very last of the cultists, the ringleader she supposed, with the same calm, cold demeanor she'd begun with. The town leaders were making their way closer, many of their own had fallen, though whether they wanted a prisoner or revenge didn't matter to Isshon.

She lifted her gun, pointed it at the lead figure and-you dont want to do that!-a singsongish voice cackled in the back of her mind.. Want? What did it matter what she wanted? Had she simply imagined that? By now she should have pulled the trigger. But nothing happened. She couldn't move her finger. What trickery was this?

Isshon stepped forward, willing herself with all her might to pull the trigger, but her vision simply blurred as blood started to pound through her veins, her grip on her gun even faltered a little, yet through it all she still couldn't fire,
"Wait! Don't kill him!" A stout man ordered, but Isshon ignored him, she stepped forward again, grasped her blade and drew it out, swiping at the leaders head, only to find she couldn't even let the blade get closer than a couple of inches. Why? Why couldn't she finish it?
"For goodness sake, I said wait! Are you so dead inside you don't even listen when you're dead set on killing others?"

Several gunshots rang out. Isshon had aimed towards the man this time, not in order to kill him but each shot hit the ground at his feet, making him dance backwards and collapse on his rear before the woman simply holstered both her weapons, glaring at him. How to make good of this situation..
"Dont presume you know my motives." She replied dryly, staring silently down at the woman. Why couldn't Isshon kill that person? It was starting to distress her internally. She'd never met some-one she couldn't attempt to kill.

The man brushed his brow with a cloth nervously, he wasn't so sure speaking out of turn would be good for his health as he watched Isshon turn her back on the situation, only to glare over her shoulder at the cultist,
"I will kill you," She stated simply, yet the words felt hollow somehow, as much as she wanted to believe it to be true, "But I suppose they want to interrogate you first." Isshon added, at least she could pretend that she wasn't incapable for now, at least until she could figure out what had happened.

The remaining town guard has surrounded the cultist, weapons still at the ready as their apparent leader stood up properly, folding his arms and staring at the cultist on their knees,
"Well we can do this the easy way or the hard way, on yer feet."