Cato's Kill
You rush to reach the weapons first,
Wanting to kill with your blood thirst,
Your fingers grasp wood shaft of a spear,
In your first victim's eyes you see the fear,
Down they fall clutching at their life's red,
Soon enough you know they'll be dead,
Out of the corner of your sight,
You see the blonde is in a fight,
He's the only one who can might able to find,
The girl who threatens most in your mind,
Hefting the spear you throw it with ease,
As the blonde brings the other to his knees,
Down he collapses frail in death,
You feel success as he breathes his last breath,
Foxface's Flight
Between people you weave out and in,
It's your stealth that will let you win,
Light footed you sprint across the reddening ground,
A wilily fox outthinking the hunting hound,
You pass by the dying and fighting with barely a glance,
Now to run is your last chance,
A knife and food for a start,
And your still beating heart,
You fly from the fray a fox's grace,
Before others can think to give chas