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A slim figure with long black hair is crouched in the center of the clearing.  She is dressed in all black, and mud is smeared on her cheeks, mixed with the faint red tinge of blood.  Her violet eyes are narrowed as she waits... there, a twig snaps nearby, and she spins, balancing on one foot as she hurls her knife into the shadows, where there is a dull thunk as it sinks into an eyesocket, she sneers, kicking herself into a flip and ducking an arrow to throw another knife.  But then she is being pinned against someone's chest, a blade whipping across her throat.  Her eyes go wide, before she collapses, clutching her neck as blood trickles from beneath her hand, a warning.  When she looks up, her blade are clean and at her side, and she is alone.