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[evil_koala_626]

As far as structures go, the newest addition to the Milliways grounds is not particularly impressive. Snow is hardly the most durable of building materials.  For another it falls short of  three feet in height; a crude horseshoe shaped mound a few yards off the path leading down to the gardens. The nondescript image is somewhat marred by the flag that's hanging limply from a broken tree branch wedged vertically into the edge of the wall. If one were the curious sort, they might notice a flash of red that is the very top of a bobble hat surveying the landscape through a small gap in the fortification. Those that do ignore it at their own peril.

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[evil_koala_626]

Stitch has been known to dodge plasma fire.  Mary may have taken him unawares with her initial assault but he sees this one coming and dives to the ground. He comes up a moment later, grinning from ear to ear.

"Ha!" Missed! Never mind that he's now covered from head to toe in fresh powder. It's the principle of the thing. He turns; thumb on his bulbous nose, clawed fingers waggling. And his eyes go wide as Mary's destination becomes clear.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel has not even begun to master the art of ducking.

A large gob of snow is currently working its way down the back of his shirt. It is an interesting sensation.

In a cold, wet sort of way.

"I believe abandoning the fort was an error in judgment," he says to his comrade in arms.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"It was extremely poor tactics!" agrees Mary, from her NOW INFINITELY SUPERIOR position.

"You began with superior numbers -"

A snowball comes flying towards Castiel.

"- as well as the advantage of fortifications -"

Another one is headed towards Stitch.

"- and ought to have overcome me easily! But now you shall not have the chance!"

[evil_koala_626]

If looks could kill (and angels were not quite so resilient) the recipient of this particular look would find themselves dead several times over. As it stands, the only thing Stitch's furious glare results in is a missed opportunity to duck. The incoming snowball snatches the bobblehead off his head with the near surgical precision. The speed at which his face goes from smoldering rage to something very akin to panic is truly remarkable.

"Run!"

And then he's off, dropping to all fours as he sprints towards a lone birch tree some distance off.

[thursdays_angel]

There is a human saying about discretion and valor.

Castiel takes the time to throw one more snowball back at the captured fort before he retreats, at a trot, and steps behind a scraggly winter bush.

Two snowballs zero in on his back as he goes.

"This is part of the fun?" Castiel calls.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

You have possibly never seen a fourteen-year-old as smug as Mary Lennox is at the moment.

"Perhaps you will think twice next time," she crows, "before engaging in reckless battle maneuvers near things that are fragile!"

- okay, as punchlines go, it is not exceptionally pithy. But it gets the point across, and THAT IS ENOUGH.