On the other end of the field, David was engaged in a losing fight against the ice wraiths. He had only managed to hit a couple of them with incendiary rounds, after missing most of his shots. The wraiths were so agile, that it was impossible to get a clear shot at them as they slithered across the snow smothered field. In their partially visible form, they slipped in and out of the light, appearing for a fraction of a second before blending in with the barren whiteness. David had just one bullet remaining in the chamber and there were at least a dozen ice wraiths around him.
The temperature kept dropping every minute and the ice wraiths were only waiting for the scarecrows to burn up completely. While David was changing his magazine, one of the ice wraiths snuck up behind him. It hissed
