[i]And yet, something, or rather someone, was near the woman after she had cleaned through the bandits with relative ease, silently approaching the remains of the men and women that were slaughtered. The figure took the shape of a woman, her body and head hidden away by a suit of frost-covered armor. A dark, deep red cloth hung from her left shoulder, which was covered in a steel plate. In fact, the woman's entire armor consisted of steel, ceramic, adamantium, and kevlar, the chestplate of her metallic armor displaying the torn symbol of an ancient land, a crest from a kingdom long forgotten by this realm. Her cold steel boots slammed into the snow under her feet, the ice cracking under the woman's weight, although she had a rather thin body, as if she was malnourished. What was most peculiar was the embers rising slowly off of the metal and cloth, burning away at the steel, ash grey and red cloth. The visor to her carbon helm was lowered, so it hid the woman's facial features for now, although the helm was rather beaten and contorted, the rear of the helmet shaped like a jagged, grotesque crown of some sort. She had a rather warm aura around her, although red flames darted off of her armor's plating every now and then as she approached. Held tightly within the woman's right hand was a rather large coiled sword, 5'10 feet long and burning with red fire as well, the tip molten and steaming as it was dragged by the woman, slicing through the snow with no effort. She suddenly spoke up with a quiet yet peaceful voice to the other woman, tilting her head as if she was confused about why she was out here, of all places. [/i] "Hey. Are you...are you alright?"