Suddenly, then all at once, they find themselves somewhere they don't recognise. The air feels heavier and there's a faint smell of despair. The ground beneath them trembles, and they cry out in fear. As they run towards directions unknown, and trip at every turn, one thing, and one thing only, is clear. Win or lose, live or die, fight or flight, whatever might come, they shall at least know that they have fought with unearthly stamina, and managed to leave a mark on the world they left behind. They move slowly, because there's no time to think. You see their heart beating through their chest, but they are not worried, for they are all they need and more. They say a prayer to themselves, pull out their weapons, and then ... then they pull the trigger.
