Mission People getting Killed(Closed, me, and Blue

The Park was quiet, for the most part. The tall snowy trees stood tall and calm, dotting the snowy area. It was a beautiful scene. It had a few benches for relaxing and taking in the view of the gorgeous night. Now snow fell that night, so the stars were bright and the moon was full and beautiful.

A group of kids, each not much older than 17, stood in the park. Six of them, standing in a circle muttering to each other twenty meters away. Without warning, the all suddenly took a few steps back, and one of them held a bottle in his hand. In it was a cloth glowing a bright orange. The cloth was soaked from the bottle's alcoholic liquid, and the fire that was burning the cloth woudl soon reach it and cause a fire.

The boy threw the bottle at the tree nearest him, and thanks to the cold drying out the needles, the tree quickly started to burn. The other bastards cheered him on as he lit another bottle and threw it at a second tree. Punks.

They all broke apart and scattered! PANIC! Or it was a moment of panic before they moved out of the way. They were surrounding her, one in each direction, all of them 3 meters away.

"Who's this bitch?" One would ask. "I dunno, but she's about to get it, in more ways than one!" The punks all had weapons of their own as well. One was wielding a bat, one a chain, three had fighting gloves and the seeming leader had...spray cans? A strange weapon, and maybe because of it, he decided to stay back from the fighting.

The chain one decided to move first, coming from behind. He swung his chain like a whip and tried to strike her back.

The staff would have connected with the boy's head, if not for the sudden appearance of a blade in the weapon's path. A boy dressed in all black with a hood covering his masked face. The boy pushed the staff away.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"