Ruby eyed the first tree, it was alone, like she was. It was distant from all the others. She looked at her scythe and saw that some of the tears she was crying earlier, still adhered to the blade of the scythe. She despised these tears, as they teased her for being alone. In frustration, she swung her scythe, and in one fell swoop: chopped down the tree just to remove the tears. She went into a frenzy, and chopped down another tree, and another, until she had chopped down nine trees. Ruby was breathing hard, not for being tired, but out of sheer anger. Chopping trees solved nothing, it didn't even take her mind off of it. In a rage she chopped down another tree. Her scythe cut through it like butter. She could not effectively take out her anger on a stationary target that would not fight back. She may as well have been slicing air.
That's when she received a blow on her back by like a battering ram. Ruby fell forward and lost her scythe. Head spinning, she looked up to see a large shadowy creature roaring at her. It had bone armor on its face, joints and back. An Ursa Major, no doubt lured by the noise of trees falling.
Ruby was still pretty angry and discombobulated from the blow. At this point it was one reckless creature versus another. The Ursa charged Ruby and lunged for her, but Ruby somersaulted out of the way toward her scythe. She picked up her scythe and quickly and shot a bullet underneath her. She sprung up toward a tree branch wide enough to stand on and eyed her opponent. The Ursa lunged at the tree trunk, trying to make it fall down. The tree shook and started to lean downward, but Ruby simply jumped to another tree. The branch was considerably lower and it was the perfect opportunity to surprise the Ursa from behind. She shot out of the branch and aimed her scythe for a chink in the armor of the Ursa's back.
But the Ursa turned to meet Ruby, and instead of hitting a chink in the armor, the Ursa's armor took the full force of the scythe. The force of the impact ran throughout the scythe, and the blade of Ruby's sweetheart took all the punishment. The blade shattered into a dozen pieces, the hinges where the blade folded out could not take the stress of the blow and they came undone, the blunt edge got separated from the rest of the blade and the contraption fell out of Ruby's hands yet again. Her weapon had lost its blade. Ruby fell as well, right next to the only usable part of her weapon: The gun.
At this point, Ruby was seeing Red. She grabbed her gun and aimed it at the Ursa. The Ursa charged Ruby. She screamed as she fired three shots into the Ursa's head. Even with bone armor on its face, there was not much the Ursa or anything could do against a high-powered sniper rifle to the face. The Ursa's red mess of a face fell forward, taking the rest of it's body with it. Ruby still fired at the Ursa though. Her anger only subsiding when she ran out of bullets.
Ruby fell to her knees, her adrenaline rush subsided leaving her exhausted. She looked around at the sight. In front of her a dead Ursa, to her side was her empty rifle. Behind the Ursa, was the blade of the scythe, broken and scattered all over the forest floor, to her right were several sniper shells from her rage. She went over to her gun, and picked it up. She cradled in her arms as a mother would a child, and put her cheek to it.
"My sweetheart." she whispered, as she cried over her beloved.