Arrival

The path went on forever, the blue flame slowly started going out as the snow intensified. Venator pressed on, but his body slowed down in walking. As he went on though, he noticed a glow through the snow.

Nearer he went, a small campfire with two tents built around it, a few were sitting next to it. Huddled closely. Wolfskins.

Unsheathing his blade, he prepared to kill them. Even in the cold he was determined to take them out.

Before he even approached close to them, the figures stood up, turning around weapons drawn.

Without a second thought, Venator immediately engaged them, his blade slammed down on the first opponent, quickly killing him, the others attempted to attack, striking Venator with their blades.

Wounded, he continued fighting on.

They struggled to maneuver around the snow, fighting closely. As they fought, Venator pushed one of the fighters onto the campfire itself.

His clothes were set alight as he stood up, he started screaming in pain. The last enemy ran in a panic, Venator quickly ended the burning opponent's life. He threw an orb of blue flame towards the runner, slamming into him, he fell. Screaming once he hit the ground.

The fight was over, Venator quickly healed up his wounds. Approaching the corpse, the blade pressed through the burning man's body, killing him.

Venator, with the fight finished, left. He went on with his way, leaving the camp barren and his path unblocked by anyone...For now.

The snow storm became stronger as the winds whistled ever more, cold winds hit more and more as the snow kept on falling. The flames from his hands struggled to burn in the storm, dissipating and growing as it constantly tried to stay alight.

As he went on further, he saw black smoke rising to the sky through the white snowstorm.

The area around him slowly revealed itself, their base. The cold was nearly unbearable, reducing Venator's flames to smaller orbs, struggling to keep warm.

As he walked onward, an object slammed into his back, piercing his clothing and embedding into his back.

A single cloaked figure approached from behind, carrying a bow and a quiver of arrows hanging loosely on his elbow. A blue flame began forming in his hand.

With what he had left, Venator threw an orb of blue fire, hurling it towards the figure.

The orb slammed into him, sending him to the snowy ground, quickly burning aflame after. His quiver and bow were thrown on the side.

Venator stood up, ripping out the arrow and healing back up, the body slowly burned up until it's voice died down.

"Was that one of them?" Venator approached the body, feeling the flame hit his body, warmth from the burning carcass.

He knelt down, grabbing the bow and the quiver, examining it.

"Not the first time i fired an arrow."

He took both, resting the quiver on his back and sheathing his blade, now using the bow for his weapon.

He lingered for awhile with the burning body, getting warmth while covering his mouth with fabric until the fire quickly died out.