A Mid-night Battle

In the middle of the field, she squinted to see better amongst the bright colours. Armed with a single weapon, she could feel her grip grow slippery with sweat. Her foe was not formidable, but crafty; not only did they have an unusual gift of sight, the numbers were stacked against her. In the beginning, she found she could strike her enemies down with a single blow, but as time wore on and more and more appeared, she started having to deal two blows a piece. Despite her best efforts, some eluded her, causing her more damage than had they gotten a hand on her.

Making slow but steady progress, she found they grew even more creative in their efforts to defeat her: booby traps and explosives started to pop up. If she managed to get past those and continue to deal steady blows to their numbers, they started to sic more soldiers more heavily armed than the ones to fall before them. Looting and pillaging as she continued the battle, money and better weaponry came to her aid in gaining her ever so slight advantages. No matter how well she fared at any one time, there came a point where she felt she was just going in circles, beginning over and over again.

Realizing she had been fighting these men for hours--right into the wee hours of the morning, she could feel how sore and stiff she had become and decided that the battle must end there and then. Putting forth her best effort, she rushed them with all the experience she had and all the best manuvers she could put to them. Alas, she was defeated and finally had to retreat, but deep inside, she knew that it was not the last time she would come down to face the evil army known as Tontie.
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Corny? Yeah, that's what you get after playing so many endless hours of THIS stupid game. Who the hell comes up with this stuff? If only they could make learning as addictive...