Dying. Not a enjoyable experience. Now, if it were quick, painless, perhaps it would be more tolerable.
Sadly for this girl it's not the case. Her oponent is apon her. Knees pressing so hard into her ribs, His blade pressed just below her collar bone, above the heart. He puts just the slightest amount of weight on the hilt. The blade cuts through the fabric of her shirt, piercing the tender skin beneath. Already she is nearly dead, the fight with him causing life threatening injuries. Cut and bruised she lays there in the blood soaked mud, being laughed at by the fair haired boy with eyes as black as abyss. Not a single scratch imperfects hi