Her opponent made the first move by throwing an arrow at her. She rushed forward out of her cage but the arrow still managed to knick the side of her leg. She ignored the slight stinging sensation as her mind raced to figure out what to do next. Then it hit her, she had to get to the blade that she had seen when she got here or she was done for.  She pivoted on her heel and ran for the fallen fighter. She grabbed the hilt of the sharp blade, twisted and pulled it free.  The blood from the dead man was still warm on the blade and dripped over her already shaky hands. Taking a deep breath she steeled herself to the task at hand. She had to kill this man before he could kill her. She had no doubt by the look in his eyes that he felt the same way.<br/>Now that she had a closer look at him she noticed that he was worse off than she was. All her injuries consisted of were some bruised ribs and maybe a black eye. He looked pathetic with all his injuries but there was a fire in him that said he would not easily be put down. Unfortunately for him that just meant that she had the upper hand and might survive this, â€œIâ€™m sorry but I cannot die here. I need to avenge my fatherâ€™s death. â€œ With those words she raised her sword and swiftly ran at him, aiming for his already injured leg in order to cripple him further.