As Azami walked down the empty street, she noticed that something was.. off. How? She didn't know. She just had a feeling.

Odd, she thought as she quickened her pace, glancing at the boarded-up shops on either side of the street. She shrugged it off and kept walking. Azami felt a cold touch on the back of her neck. As her hand instinctively flew up, something grabbed it. Azami yanked her hand away, with some difficulty, and ran at full speed down the road, breathing heavily. 

The blue-haired woman wheeled around, frost building on her clenched fists as she raised them against her attacker, a dark, hooded figure. The frost began to coat her entire body, her tanned, scarred skin covered with white frost as she charged, fist outstretched.

As her fist met what Azami guessed was her attacker's stomach, the figure staggered backwards as the hood fell back.