Shadowfox!

Back in the midst of a smoke-filled battlefield, Ivan and his band of mercenaries were steadily gaining ground against the army regiment. The air was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the shouts of combat.

"Fall back, everyone fall back!" The urgent cry came from the regiment's second in command, his voice strained with desperation. The regiment leader's lifeless body lay abandoned on the battlefield, a grim reminder of the cost of this conflict.

A kilometer away, hidden in the dense underbrush, another figure lay in wait. Her eyes were fixed on the chaotic scene, her finger steady on the trigger of her sniper rifle.

Bam!

The shot rang out, echoing through the trees. One of the mercenaries collapsed, but the rest continued their relentless march, their numbers overwhelming the beleaguered soldiers.

"Tsk, they are too many!" she muttered under her breath, frustration filled her words.