Mary Anne tracks the guard whose sorceress Goldy sniped in the beginning. He's moving still, from cover to cover, and still carrying the woman's body. With his size, it's not exactly slowing him down.

The snow messes with her vision, but it's not too different than fighting in the underbrush or the rain. You just have to look past it, look through it, and focus on nothing but that flash of real movement--

Her first round of fire catches him across the knees. He falls, bellowing, the dead sorceress landing beside him. He tries to drag himself upright and her next shots open his throat.