Sonya trekked through the forest, separated from her platoon. By accident or by her own will, no one would know. Her rebel nature was exactly what soldiers liked about her, and that's exactly what would get her killed.

She stopped around a large grouping of trees, taking a break while making her way to the rendezvous point. "Damn this heat..." She muttered, all the aimless walking was getting to her. List in her thoughts, she almost ignored the odd rustling of the leaves.

She frantically looked around, hoping to get the jump on the enemy; however she wasn't expecting more than one soldier planning the same thing. They rushed her and held her tightly, they brandished a hunting knife to her throat.

"Any last words enemy scum?" One of the soldiers asked.

"Fuck... you!" Sonya exclaimed before the knife ran deep against her throat, completely severing her jugular. The men let her drop to the ground as she cough and gurgle blood. Her body twitched as blood spilled out like a running faucet. After around ten minutes her body had stilled.

"Clean the blood." The knife wielding soldier said, "The sergeant will want to look at her newest trophy."

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Name:Kristie
Age:22
Personality:Playful and tough
Type of death: Fight to the death, murder
Setting: Underground Fighting Ring