[i]Gulping, the woman turned and lowered herself onto the balls of her feet as she looked around the mountains for the strange presence. Her ski goggles and mask had long fallen off, and the bandit's fur coat did not have a hood. It revealed her face; her pale complexion, mechanical, dark purple eyes, and smooth, bald head. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, however she was in reality, thirty-two. She had no wrinkles in her smooth skin, and her slim build made her seem a lot younger than she really was. Her cheeks, nose, and ears were red from the cold, and the woman sneezed. She knew that she for sure had both frostbite and pneumonia by now, yet she gripped the handle of her massive chainsaw in preparation for some sort of attack.[/i]

[b]As the patches of ice move, she notices a body, the body begins to get up. Out of the snow, Haknir rises, he's wearing his ice armor, but he still is warn with the fur coating in it and his mask he has on.[/b] "I was planning on taking these fellows down, but it seems you got to them first..."

"I... yeah, I guess," [i]The woman replied, smiling slightly as she relaxed. An enemy of an enemy was a friend, right?[/i] "Who might you be?"