The Zams Sword leans against a tree, its sword propped against its side while it watches the sunset off in the distance. It was slightly hazed by the light snowfall, but it made the view all the more beautiful.

A few Snow Tinos' were nearby, messing around and doing their own thing as they trip over themselves and kick at each other, to which the Zams Sword would stretch its arm and smack them on top of the head. Other than that, it didn't do much, just waiting for an enemy to show up or to receive orders from... God knows who, or where.