Sarah
The game started out as it always did: a strategizing session. Sarah and the rest of the campers decided to go with a phalanx attack: three teams, one from the right, one from the left, the third up the middle. It was a classic strategy, but it would be a bit predictable. They decided to leave behind a few of the Ares campers to guard the flag, which was placed sticking out of a hole in a tree.
The waiting before the start was torture. The hunters had a 62 and 0 winning streak, and the entire camp knew they would be difficult to beat.
And then the horn blew.
Sarah heard the yells of the hunters as they rushed toward the river, towards the flag.
Sarah and her group ran to meet the cries of battle, and within minutes there was complete anarchy at the river.
Sarah was locked in battle with one hunter who had short blonde hair and a mole on her cheek. The hunter was shooting arrows at Sarah as if she were a machine gun. It was all Sarah could do to dodge all of them. She cringed at the sight of an Athena camper getting hit by a tazer arrow off to her right.
She then blasted the hunter hard into a tree with a strong gust of wind, that made Sarah take a few seconds to catch her breath.
Suddenly there was an explosion off to her left. Sarah looked over and saw a hunter passed out on the ground still clutching a bow with a cut string. There was a cloud of foul-smelling yellow fog billowing around her from an arrow on the ground in front of her.
Fart arrows.
If that hunter's bowstring hadn't been cut then Sarah would've ended up like her.
A voice whispered into her ear "Looks like you owe me one." It sounded like the annoying boy who had talked to her at the funeral, but when Sarah looked around she couldn't see him anywhere.
Oh well, she thought, back to the battle. And with that Sarah charged deeper into the forest, towards the hunters' flag.