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Amanda laughed as she chased after two prisoners who thought they could outrun her.

"You can run, but you can't hide," she said in a singsong voice.

She watched as the fat one tried to hide in a ditch, and the other tried to climb the tree she was now in.

Amanda laughed again. “Need a hand?" She swung down at him.

He screamed, falling out of the tree, she jumped down on him, slashing his throat and drinking his blood.

She soon peaked down at the other man who was trying to hide in the ditch.

"Give up fat cake."

The man made a sound, then got up and ran. She chased after him. Wherever he ran, Amanda was there.

"They said that you like to play with your victims before you kill them, well I like to play with my food before I eat them." Amanda grabbed the man, ripping his head off.

"I never like smokers that much," she said, dropping his body, then walked off.

Amanda watched as Alistair circled a man that was trying to fight him off .

"Not so tough now," Alistair hissed, hitting the man