their goal was to time it perfectly so that as their assigned runner was running past, they'd throw the machetes, sort of like frisbees, such that the machete would slice through a bunch of vines on the way, and then slice off the top of the runner's (my) skull. (cont.)
and our goal as the runners was, of course, to be clever & fast enough to dodge this somehow.
thankfully we were given a bit of time to train, and my bf was helping me train, but uhh. really didn't want the top of my skull sliced off & was kind of stressed about it. the end.