The air was cold and the wind did not help to warm you as you ran. You were chasing people, more specifically campers who had decided to spend the night there in the forest, too bad they didn't know that choice would lead to their deaths. Ahead of you, while you were chasing the campers, was Toby, who threw his axe at one of the men, catching him on the back and knocking him to the ground bleeding. What you were doing was certainly nothing new; in fact, it was a very frequent occurrence. Toby stood over the man he had knocked to the ground, picking up the axe he had driven into his back moments before and then handing it to you.

"To you the honor."

Toby said, waiting for you to finish the man.