You walk wounded on a battlefield hiding behind a tree. Most of your comrades are dead. You place a hand on your stomach trying to stop the bleeding. If it doesn't stop soon you'll die. You hear leaves crunching from somewhere. A man- no not just any man, the commander or enemy forces steps in front of you. He softly says "Why did you have to be so stubborn and hide?" You try crawling away but he stops you and digs a finger into your wound and hits a pressure point on your neck.