No one's POV
It was a chilly day in a forest somewhere in Remnant. A snowstorm has just passed last night and everything was covered in snow. The sun began to set behind huge mountains in the distance. A handful of flying Grimm were flying pass the sun and to the mountains to search for food.
Somewhere on the ground, a family of deer were hoping away from some commotion. A tree was thrown at a woman, who looks to be in her early forties, causing her to jump and roll out of the way to her left. She lands on one knee as the tree crashes into a giant rock, causing the two to explode into millions of pieces. Pieces of wood, rock, and snow flew everywhere and some of the snow got into the woman's winter clothes and her long jet black hair, which she ignores.
She wore an old and strange gauntlet on her left arm and a long leather glove on her right hand.
The woman's crimson red eyes glance at the destruction for a brief second, thinking how she barley missed being killed, before hearing a grizzly roar in front of her. She turning her head to her opponent and scowls. In front of her was an alpha Ursa, standing on its two hind legs as it roars into the air. The woman slowly stood back up as the Grimm lands on all four.
"Bastard..." The woman hisses quietly. She lifts her right hand to her side as the Ursa growls. It charges at her as she stood still, waiting for something. Her brows burrow deeper with each moment that the Ursa got closer and closer to her. "Come on...come on...!" She mutters impatiently as sweat travels down her face.
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