Just outside of a small town, in the dense woods, stood a sniper preparing for the night to come. The moon had begun to rise, blotting out the summer twilight. It was a harsh and desolate place for the sniper to inhabit tonight. He placed his sniper rifle against a nearby tree; he lowered his head into his hands. He took deep breaths. The sniper was a young man. Strong, with elegant features, he looked like a normal person on any other day, but on nights like these he was a different man. His eyes were cold, bright like a hunter's, but deep and withered like those of a man who has seen too much death. It was a delicate balancing act for the sniper, the hunter kept him alive, the thinking man kept him sane. The sniper raised his head; right above this small village, behind the flashes of war and the sounds of battle, dark clouds were coming – a storm was coming. The sniper picked up his rifle and began his march toward the city, his eyes gleaming. The sniper was now in the city, he moved between the destroyed buildings, heading towards a nearby watchtower. Much of the tower had been eroded by the tides of war. To any other soldier or civilian, this tower would have been considered unusable, but to the sniper, it was a diamond in the earth. After the sniper inspected the village, a brief glimmer of relief came over him. There were clearly no priority targets here, and so he wouldn't need to use his rifle tonight. He would observe the condition of the village, which was essentially in ruins, and assess its "threat level". He looked through the scope of his rifle, rather cheerfully, checking out the weapons the soldiers were holding. He whispered to himself, “AK-47, RPG…Tank.” The tank was surrounded by rubble, and definitely didn't look like it could function, no matter what, he added... middle of paper... his arm, trying to relax. This might have worked if she hadn't grabbed his broken arm. Pain coursed through the sniper in horrible waves. » she shouted back, sincerely sorry. The sniper noticed that nothing was left of the tower. He looked happily at the tank, the rest of the tower landed on top of the tank with just enough force to crush the people inside. The women asked him a strange question, although most of the question was unclear, he understood: "You… are you – a sniper?" She then held her sniper in front of him; he snatched it from her with an excited smile. He observed her features. Something seemed familiar. He was about to ask her a question, but she beat him to it. "I think you saved me last night," she smiled, "I can bandage you up in town. There are no more soldiers here." A different look appeared in the snipers' eyes , he was happy..