Lost and Found

The woodland weather bit at her exposed skin, which had since turned a deep crimson. Layers of pearly cotton blanketed the ground surrounding her; truth be told, it hurt to look at. The sun reflected off of the untouched sheet and burned her eyes, the only redeeming disturbance being a trail of footprints that preceded her own. Of course, the forest lay silent as a torrent of snowflakes drifted down and onto her hair, before a slight murmur broke the silence. Figures cloaked in black fell from the trees, their skin being indiscernible from the snow itself. Although the disturbance was sudden, she didn't seem startled in the slightest; in fact, it was almost as if she had expected it. With an expression almost as cold as the air around her, she simply stood in the center of what became a circle of the cloaked figures surrounding her; the figures seemed to flash across the snow unhindered, as they simultaneously dashed towards her. Nearly as quickly as they had moved, a small handgun had been retrieved from her bosom and sent a bullet ripping through the air and then the skull of one of the assaulters. In a matter of seconds, bouts of magic had been fired from both sides and soon after it became silent again. The snow was stained with a deep crimson, as various weapons of torture lie next to the cloaks that riddled the ground.