The ground crunched under Yvonne's massive feet as she followed someone's trail. The forest and arena were entirely silent. After the few premature deaths at the beginning, the match boiled down to guerilla warfare.
About two hours had passed, yet more than half of the fighters remained alive... at least that's what Faith whispered into Yvonne's ear...
The shadow could see the entire territory, and kept a constant account of every fighter's position. Yvonne's current prey was, for example...
The foliage ruffled above the tall woman, causing a wide grin to stretch across her helmeted face. She could've moved through the terrain without making a single sound, but that wasn't her plan... She wanted to spring the enemy trap!
Suddenly, she felt two ropes tighten around her legs and began pulling them apart. From above, a heavy net landed right on top of her, pushing her body into a sideways split, which hurt like hell.
