Somewhere in a snowy forest.
A battle between two Marksmen were currently ongoing.
*BANG!*
A silhouette was moving with incredible speed while bullets were flying through the air and destroying the trees around him.
The figure who was dodging the deadly bullets was a young man with short black hair. He didn't have any special descriptions, except his unusually long eyebrows.
Pieces of broken wood and broken bullets flew all around him, but he managed to dodge them all; with luck or skill, it was unknown at this moment.
A nameplate was seen on his winter jacket, which was on the color of brown.
[LethalFury]
Soon, the bullets stopped flying.
''That was the fifth bullet….'' He grabbed his Musket Rifle and stepped out of his hiding spot, and fired instantly a bullet towards the hiding spot, where he thought his opponent was.
*BANG!*
His bullet destroyed a snow pile around fifty meters away from him but didn't get any notifications that he hit his opponent.
