sana hums a song as she walks into the battlefield. does she want to be here? no. will she do her job? obviously. someone is screaming at her, rushing at her with a bloody sword.

"that's not a good idea," sana tries with a smile, lifting her spear.

the soldier charges forward, despite her warning, and all sana can do it thrust her spear forward. the tip runs into his chest and his charge ends with the drop of his sword. she pulls back, swinging the tip away from her to get rid of the blood flowing from it.

she hears footsteps approach from behind her, and she snaps her spear back, the blunt end catches the collarbone of the soldier waiting to stab her in the back. she swings around, kicking the man for good measure, making him fall on his back. he's still wheezing on the ground, when sana approaches, the tip of the spear now pressed against his neck.

"sorry," sana says, pressing the spear down.

sana removes the spear from the still body, looking up to see more soldiers have arrived to surround her. she smiles, at the fear in their eyes.

"well, what are you waiting for?"