
Scarlett spun around and sunk her knife into the heart of the bandit. The look of surprise on his face suggested that he had marked Scarlett down as an easy target and had never expected her to be aware of his presence. Scarlett watched the life drain from his eyes before removing the blade and turned to face the second bandit who had emerged from the rocks behind her. The bandit drew a long knife and slowly began to walk towards her.
The sound of clashing steel echoed across the mountain as they crossed blades again and again, it seemed for a moment the pair where equally matched until Scarlett began to use her unarmed training against him. Sweeping her leg she caught the bandit and sent him toppling into the snow. In a flurry of moves Scarlett knocked away the knife and drove her own down into the ribcage of the bandit. Scarlett twisted the knife and pulled it out.
It was then she caught sight of a figure silhouetted against the pale sun, stood on the rock above. A long, grey, hooded coat flapped in the wind to reveal two glistening short swords. Scarlett raised a hand to see better but the figure simply turned around slowly and walked away. A hint of purple streaked against the sky.