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(( It is... BECUASE, 20 feet of snow is heavy right? So... the weight of the top layer condensed and condensed until the WHOLE 19 1/2 of it was nearly as hard as bricks. The other half a foot is softer, and the first inch is REALLY soft. It is also still snowing... so it is rising every second. Density ALSO is what cuases people to sink- if you are made of 100 pounds of water, you will not sink neccisarily. Also... I thought you KNEW how these fight worked, um, sorry, YOU CAN EDIT YOUR POSTS! mrgreen 3nodding ))

"Okay, I see your point. I just hope you are right. Besides we stayed in one place way too long. That is not the best way to keep warm. We need to get moving."
Valkiron thought about it and took his thermal goggles off his face. It took his eves a while to adjust to the surrounding. When they were he took the safety off his OICW and loaded a grenade from his bandolier into the grenade launcher. He then set off towards the mountain range,

Carlos nodded in agreement and at his own accomplishment. A lot quicker than a fight, he thought as he walked to the other two recruits and tried to nudge them forward. "Come on guys, we're heading out." Noticing the one who wish to take the lead ready his weapon he figured it wasn't a bad idea. After urging the other two forward, Carlos swung his M-4 around and held it ready. "Alright, the faster we move the faster we get warmer. Try to keep yourself warm, this weather will certainly give us hell."

Following De Marco and Zetsumei, Kousetsu had with him his trusty katana which he never let out of his sight. He also had 6 throwing knives around his person that he was prepaired to use. He was wearing normal martial arts clothes and had his hand a feet wraps, and he also had his samurai straw hat on. He was freezing to death but he sucked it up because he was in the presence of two other officers both his rank or higher. "I believe this should be quite hard with this weather like this. I suggest we find shelter before we literally freeze to death. You don't have to listen to me though as I'm not that important." He nodded his respect to both gentlemen as he talked.

Suko stepped into place behind Valkiron, Carlos, and Jaz, squinting through the snow. She was wearing a thermal body-suit under another skin-tight leather one. Leather straps wound themselves around her legs, tightly buckling an array of throwing daggers onto her thighs. A small pistol rested at her hip, her katana next to it. She had almost no experiance with guns, but she had thought the pistol might come in handy. A long dagger was strapped to her back by a leather strap that wrapped around her waist, also serving as the harness for her katana and pistol. Combat boots were laced tightly to her feet, and gloves covered her hands. A fur-lined hood protected her head from the wind, although left her face open to the elements. Her suit was pretty light-weight and a little streatchy, allowing a wide range of movement.

Suko took quick, small steps, moving foreward slowly but keeping her body working so that she wouldn't be any more cold than she had to be. Her feet sunk in about 1/4 a foot with each step, powdery snow flying away as she raised each foot. Her arms came around her waist, hugging herself as she trembled violently. The sun reflecting off the snow kept her squinting, making it harder for her to see much. She hoped that they would find a warmer place quickly, she could see very plainly how dangerously cold this place was.

De Marco, close enough, crouched down, and took out his Berreta. Pearing through the scope, De Marco switched scope to heat vision- If they were still alive, their heat would be hotter than anything else. Finding, an seeing his target, Me=Me, De Marco calculated the wind speed, and the aproximate snow-fall per second, as well as the aproximate distance between them, and aimed in the correct position. It was near 600 meters, and in near un-seable snow, as De Marco readied, and fired.

Before Valkiron could answer Carlos heard a loud shot and then the binoculars fell from his hand into the snow. The body of Carlos then fell to the ground as the snow around it started to become stained in red. Carlos' breathing was heavy as he placed his hand around his wound, a single hole that pierced straight through his gut. Coughing uncontrollably, he looked up at the others and tried to tell them to move. "Ge..," he coughed, "ge...out..." He stopped trying to speak and tried to pull himself through the snow. The warmth of his blood slowly melting away a small snowy grave. Not this way, he thought as he continued trying to crawl to the mountain. If he could reach a rock he'd be able to stop himself from being buried.

((Well that sucks. sad crying I didn't even get to show my fighting ability. All well, fun is fun and what's done is done.))

Two more shots were heard and the once crawling body of Carlos now came to a halt. His body slowly sinking into his icy grave as his blood melted it from beneath him. Hie eyes staring into nothing and his arm outstretched holding a small pack of snow within a frozen dead fist. Everything for him was now gone.