milliways_bar | Snowball fight -- party post!

Contrary to popular belief, there is snow in the higher mountains of Greece and Asia Minor in winter.

When Antinoos came in from sweltering Thebes tonight and found snow outside, he got himself warm clothes like a Greek hunter or Roman soldier in winter would wear, and ran right outside. He had missed snow!

Now he's out there, enjoying the snow and the cold, and acting, for once, exactly as young as he is. After a while, he finds that he can't resist the idea of surprising some poor unfortunate (he's outside, so it's no violence, right), and when a somewhat small and scruffy fellow comes outside, he gets a soft, large snowball right in the face, from a safe position twenty yards away, in the bushes.

Ned Poins, however, is well versed with ambushes, so he spots soon where the attack came from, and gathers snow to retaliate, running towards the shrubbery -- and so, the battle is joined, and soon, there is a big white-and-brown dog yelping excitedly, and a big, blond Scotsman grinning widely and waiting to decide which side to take.

However, when you come outside today, you might get caught in the crossfire; or perhaps you'd like to join the battle just for the fun of it?

[[OOC: Party post -- tag in, then splat somebody else! Have at! Open until the weekend ends. Snowball fight as per this post.]]
[[ETA: Gone to bed now -- please threadhop and have the snowball fight among yourselves! Thanks!]]

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"Oh, you mean this is merely sparring? Practice for hurling stones?"

She throws another big one at Cy's face.

"Good. I was hoping not to have to break your neck."

SPLAT!

"It's just a game. Play. Fun.

"I can show you." He lifts a snowball from his arsenal.

"...Oh."

Leela frowns slightly.

"I...suppose I found sparring fun as a child, and still do. But this is something different?"

"It's called a snowball fight. We throw snowballs at each other for fun.

"Till I win," he adds with a smile.

And throws that snowball at the woman. But not with much force.

She endures this relative soft toss and wipes the residue from her face. Her eyes narrow - she refuses to lose a fight of any variety.

"I think you overestimate your chances."

She grabs a large double handful of snow, packs it, and hurls it at the cyborg at full force.

And to his surprise, she makes a bit of an impact. Not that it really staggers him.

"Oh, so you want to play rough?"

Time to match her efforts!

Leela grunts and leans back slightly at the impact.

Her eyes narrow. Shen readies two more snowballs and throws them both with all of a warrior's strength.

Whoever she is, she's good. Somehow reminds him of Starfire, for some reason.

Which means he can toss his next snowball a bit harder.

Especially considering she's never done this before and still isn't entirely clear on what's happening.

In any event, she had already begun preparing to dive out of the way when she threw her last snowball - as such, Cy's major league-quality snowball just manages to clip the back of her coat. She dives toward a snowbank, grabs a handful and throws on the move.

Thing about being part robot is how little you notice snowball pelting off you. And he makes sure that she misses his face.

Leela is undaunted. She continues her assault. If you didn't know any better, you could swear she still believed snowballs could kill.

He's got to admit, she is really good at this. Scary good.

Scary.

"Had enough yet?"

But not scary enough to deter him.

"Never!"

A warrior of the Sevateem never surrenders. Not even in the face of snowmageddon. And speaking of face, Cy had better watch out right about now.

For a second, Cy begins to wonder if he might have bitten off more than he could chew.

He just might have. These snowballs are forged by the hands of one who has charged at robots, Rutans, and conquerors with a knife.

He braces himself.

The next barrage is coming in from closer. She may be aiming to zero in to whitewash range.

The barrage almost staggers him.

And that means he can take off the kid gloves. Smaller snowballs. Lots of them. Thrown just a bit harder.

But not too hard. It's still a game, after all.

Leela gasps a bit at the most recent one. It isn't so much how hard it is as the cold that surprises her. The forests of the Sevateem were never this cold. Yet she remains steadfast in her return fire.

The barrage intensifies till the snow around Cy's feet is almost eroded into the mud.

Again Leela bears the attack. She is now more than a little bit wet from the snow. Only her fury keeps her warm.

Cy meets the challenge as best as possible. But he thinks a truce might be soon in order.

Leela hurls another one at Cy.

"Do you surrender?"

She hopes so. She may need to go inside soon.

"Can't we declare a truce? A draw?" Sounds accurate, if nothing else.

She reflects for a moment. Normally, a statement like that would be where she goes in for the kill. But it's so damned cold out here. Besides, fighting a mechanical man to a draw is as good as a victory against anyone else, isn't it?

"I suppose we can. It was a well-fought battle."

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