In an attempt to avoid highway traffic, you end up taking a long, winding road through the mountains. As you round a bend, you are met with an unusual sight. A giant, blue skinned woman is resting in the rocks and snow. Besides her is an ax the size of a pylon. She is wearing ancient armor, and her long white hair is done in braids. She leans back against the snow, letting out a relaxed sigh, her exhausted breath creating a plume of steam.

It's just one battle after another, isn't it?