The forest calm was interrupted by a blur. It startled the birds out of their twittering and the made the insects go silent in fear of a predator. The blur stopped moving and sat at the base of a tree. It was in fact a person covered in a long and thick black fur mantle with long sleeves that trailed behind them on the forest floor and had a raised hood. Except for their petite and soft looking hands and the tip of their black boots as well as her paint covered face, no amount of skin could be seen. Sticking out from under the cloak was two blue and black threaded handles. Both had a hand and a half worth of length and were coming from a different side to be held in each hand.
Everything in their stature was rigidly aware of their surroundings yet their movement had the fluidity of relaxed person. Their apparent femininity and young age contrasted greatly with their battle readiness. Picking up a piece of wood from the floor they pulled out a large knife with wooden handle from under the coat and smiled fondly as they carved the wood into an Gator, one of the swamps reptilian predators of the Earth.
They had been sitting there for a long time carving out the predator one chip at the time when from the sky a thunderous noise came. Lifting their head, they gazed at the evening sky and what they saw froze them in stupor. The blue of the atmosphere was being cut by a hulking mass of fire and a trail of smoke. Their eyes, of an ocean blue, widened as they understood exactly what was falling from space. They put the knife back in its holster and started running in the general direction their eyes and formidable brain had told them the ship would crash.
It was time.
