[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]