HISS-

An arrow flies past your head through the snow, as you quickly turn towards the direction of the attack.

SHING!

You pull up your shield just quick enough to block another arrow, the bent shaft made of wood now laying splintered in the snow-covered ground beneath you.

Look back up, you see a figure emerging from the snowstorm, the silhouette become more defined as it approached. It becomes recognizable as a girl, her braided, ember color locks flowing violently in the wind as she trudges towards you, another arrow loaded and aimed at you head.

"Don't move, you Zenoiran scum!"

The girl said in a soft, yet firm voice as her green eyes peered straight into your own, an anger present inside that you've never seen before.