Fool's Woods

She stood at the tree, back pressed against its rough trunk. Breath coming in small gasp, chest heaving, eyes frantic, and fingers trembling. Drenched and weighted with water, hair clinging to her face, dripping against bogged down clothes. Jeans torn and stained with mud, shirt streaming runny red. Arms exposed, cut and bleeding, and shaking under the weight of an outstretch sword.