I witnessed the terror of my final alli taken down by a dart in the abdomen. I was alone. I pulled out Adam's trusty Arrowstorm and realized there were only three arrows in it. I peeked around the corner of my fort and counted three enemies outside. The fort itself was about to fall in on me. I used my last bit of energy to pull myself up and stand out of the top of my only shelter. My aim was dead-on and the three went down. I walked out into the room. That is when something suprised me so bad I almost wet myself. I felt something soft smash hard into my ear. I fell to the floor. The last thing I saw was an ambusher who was waiting for just the right moment to strike. I hadn't won after all.