Vedette had come to the conclusion after only a minute staring down at the corpse that her position in the tree was compromised by the corpse. She would have cursed the man if he were still alive, but he was dead. A lot of his blood had drained and quite quickly. It was a both an exciting and sickening scent at once. Exciting because it was a fresh kill, and sickening for the same reason. There had been a time where the very thought of killing a man would have caused her eyes to cloud in tears. Those days were long behind her now. She shifted on the branch and moved slowly. The drop turned into a roll to cushion her fall and then she was moving again. She'd dashed for some time but now the slower steps did not disturb as much snow.
She heard it then. The sound of something rolling down that hill not are off. A bandit who had misstepped? If only she could be so lucky. She took her careful time. A fall like that would disorient any man, no matter his stature or his build. She carefully picked through the trees, arrow nocked and ready. The feathers were so close to her cheek that they nearly tickled her. She was moving, and listening. Listening for more that might have just been hoping to lure her out of her spot. How many had seen her run through these trees. Vedette doubled back, came around, and stopped beside a thicket of dead bramble, dangerous for someone to step into. The noise would be worse than a shout, but here she was hidden.
Here she could see the figure casting aside his bow and arrow. Holding a sword, who brought a sword to..
Vedette's eyes narrowed. It was dark. But there was another figure, not ten feet from the first. With it's own bow drawn, and arrow ready.
Friendlies.
Vedette could think of colorful curses, but she shifted her stance and let her arrow fly. The first man, the Solider moved but he didn't have to. The second man fell with a strangled cry. Vedette's arrow was sticking straight out of his eye. When she moved around the bramble she was holding her bow up, but not terribly high. She was still looking for others when she made it far enough out of the trees for the man to see her uniform.
She did not think formalities mattered when this was a battlefield. She was already bringing her bow back down and pulling her next arrow.
"How many are with you?" She hissed at him. She needed a number. It was an angry hiss. Vedette obviously hadn't suspected something like this would happen.