The Swift Killer stood amidst the chaos of battle, searching for his next target. His employer had given him a list of key targets, soldiers who needed to be taken out to tip the balance of the war. He was about to move on to his next target when he spotted a young recruit, Private Samantha, fighting with ferocity and skill.

The Swift Killer approached, unnoticed, his hand already reaching for his blade. But as he struck, he was taken aback by the young private's quick reflexes. She managed to deflect his first blow and strike back with her mace. The Swift Killer was impressed and intrigued, seeing potential in the young soldier. He decided to toy with her, testing her skills and savoring the thrill of the hunt.

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Their weapons clashed, sparks flying with each strike. The Swift Killer was faster and more agile, but Samantha was quick and resourceful. In the end, it was the Swift Killer's experience and cunning that won out, his blade finding its mark in the young private's side.

As he stood over her dying body, the Swift Killer felt a sense of pride and satisfaction, another successful kill under his belt. But he couldn't shake the feeling that he had lost something, that the young private had been a worthy adversary and that her death was a waste. He shrugged off the thought, reminding himself that he was a mercenary, a tool to be used in this war, and moved on to his next target.