The cold was nipping his nose, the crisp breeze blew his against his face. He stood on a mountain that overlooked a valley. The valley had a building with an antenna that was used to broadcast numbers.The valley that a distress signal came from two guardians. His black armor and black cloak didn't blend well against the snow that covered the area. Sighing he put his helmet on and started descending the mountain welding a sniper rifle and a sword. Scanning the surrounding area, he noticed no sign of anything. As he got to the base of the mountain, his ghost appeared and exclaimed " I wouldn't go in there." Raising his hand and signaling the ghost to be quiet. His Sniper rifle raised, ready for any threat. He approached the entrance of the building and slowly opened the door. To his disgust the building was scattered with skeletal remains of humans. Some with blood still plastered on the bones and some white as snow. He hears someone in moaning in agony in the storage room. Deciding it is too close quarters for a sniper, he puts his sniper behind his back and draws his sword, Ice Claw. He approaches the storage room, and slowly raising his hand to open the door. He swings the door open and to his surprise he sees a bloodied warlock with broken fallen sword through her chest. He runs over to the warlock and takes her helmet off. He checks her pulse. Her pulse is rapidly dropping. " Ghost see what you can do" " On it." He looks around the room checking for the fallen that attacked the warlock. "Wasn't there two distress calls?" He asks the ghost. " I believe so." The ghost replied swiftly. " I'm going to check around for the other." Sword drawn, as he walks out of the storage room he spots another guardian standing at the entrance. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]