We see a battlefield full of identical soldiers, with only a colored stripe to distinguish one side from the other. One side has been decimated, their fallen everywhere, and the last soldier, who happens to have a little hair visible under her helmet, is surrounded by identical enemies pointing their spears at her. One of her fallen comrades reaches toward her.
Fallen comrade: No… don’t hurt Ann!
The soldiers collectively gasp.
Soldier in front: Ann!?
Soldier 1 in back: Crap, did I just hear Ann?
Soldier 2 in back: They called her Ann!
The attackers drop their spears and flee.
Soldier 1: We’re doomed!
Soldier 2: Run for it!
Two of the soldiers converse as they run.
Soldier 3: What did everyone hear about her that’s so scary?
Soldier 2: She has a name!