Unintentional Help

Somewhere in the middle of the now gray-colored mixed snow Plunged Tundra, a peculiar event was currently unfolding. 

Nobody was around this peculiar group, but nobody sane enough would want to be around this daunting group.

Five men all wearing the same white armor huddled around a beautiful center of attraction. 

The five men all held fiercely and intimidating appearances and statures.

All of their white armors had strange yet chilling demon markings carved on them. Accentuating their fierce looks is the assortment of weapons each man held. 

One man wielded a long white spear, another had a short saber, one had two short swords, and another had a small battle hammer.

But the most eye-catching weapon of them all was an overly long broad sword held in the hands of the man that had a long scar running right down the right side of his cheek. 

The broad sword was casually slung over his shoulder like it didn't hold any weight.