"Why won't you die," asked Tesse flatly as she filled Clare's body with yet another round of bullets. Yet once again she stood up, as if nothing had happened.
"I could say the same to you," replied Clare, a sadistic gleam in her eyes as she licked Tesse's blood off her knife.
The sound of nearby bushes rustling brought their fighting to a halt. The silhouette of a woman appeared from between the bushes, holding something in her right hand
"I found you," shouted Arena once she got a clear view of the two silhouettes in front of her.
Before Clare could even react, Arena was on her, her blade nearly slicing Clare's head off.
"Let's see if you can heal yourself without a head," said Arena, rushing after the retreating Clare.
'Fuck, she figured it out,' thought Clare as she ran behind a tree. Before she even got the chance to catch her breath, Arena's blade came swooping down towards her, missing her neck by a few inches as the blade buried itself in Clare's collar.