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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Enzo needs no winter clothing, but he has grabbed a surgical mask (of the more rigid variety) from the infirmary to keep the snow out of his mouth.

You know what they say about sprites with big hands... Big snowballs!

You know what they say about tiny, sneaky cowgirls.

Surprise attack masters!

Kate hits him between the shoulders with a perfect 'curveball'; a technique she's only just learned moments ago.

What is it with Enzo and sneaky women?

As soon as Kate's shot makes contact, Enzo is spinning around and letting fly with a snowball before he even consciously registers her position.

Of course, he follows it up with another once he can actually see her to aim.

There's a quick, delighted cackle followed by a flash of blonde. The first snowball misses, but the second catches her hip.

She grins brightly.

And then chucks another at him.

Enzo (whose own grin cannot be seen through the mask) dodges expertly, and scoops and packs as quickly as possible.

While he's packing, she's tossing another poorly done snowball at his middle. It bursts apart seconds before striking distance.

"I'm guessin' so long as y'don't get anythin' in your mouth you'll be all right?"

See? She's civilized in the art of war. Gentlemen shake hands, and all that.

She's soon chucking another snowball at him and ducking, of course. Because gentlemen also know when to be sly jerks. But both are aimed well and far away from his face.

"Yep! This mask oughta be enough."

This one grazes his side as he's hurling his own snowball back at her.

She ducks, but in so doing she winds up slipping in a drift.

"Good!"

Because she's not going easy on you!

You are completely outmatched!

Isn't it obvious?

Muahaha! Incoming rapid volley!

She shrieks in play, lacking the shrill tones and touting the addition of laughter.

Scrabbling for sanctuary, she manages to get behind a tree.

Scooping up a frankly outrageous amount of snow, she tries to shape it into an over-sized snowball. It won't fly very far, but if he tries to get at her she will be prepared.

While she is doing that, he makes a few smaller balls and cradles them in the crook of his left arm.

Then he sneaks up to the tree, one snowball at the ready. Sneak sneakity sneak.

A snowball flies at his knee.

It isn't the overlarge one, oh no. It's merely a decoy, to taunt him into the open. The large one is her hail mary.

Enzo hops, letting the snowball go between his legs, and jumps sideways to fling snowballs at his quarry behind the tree.

Yes, he knows it's probably a trap. Sometimes you gotta take risks, or things will go nowhere.

He will hear a sharp, fleeting cackle.

And then all is white.

Kate believes the term is, 'booooyah!'

ker-SPLAT!

Oh, you underestimate (or, rather, overestimate) his reaction time, Kate. He gets an arm up in a block before the megaball reaches him.

Of course, all this means is that it explodes into lesser chunks and powder, still with some forward momentum. All is still white, and fairly splatty.

And when the dust — or in this case, snow — settles, he'll find that her first decoy snowball wasn't the only one she had time to prepare.

She lets loose with two more, laughing and quickly stumbling to her feet.

Again, the snowballs explode against Enzo's arm, leaving him pretty well coated. He starts flinging his own remaining ammo back.

A number hit her between the shoulders as she's fleeing, but she spins mid-step and lets fly another two — one aimed low to his belly, and the other his shoulder.

The shoulder shot just barely clips him, but the belly shot hits him squarely. Snow makes it much harder to dodge from the waist down. That's one thing he never has to worry about at home.

She ducks behind another tree as her throw finds its quarry.

"Had enough?" she hollers, trying to keep the laughter from her voice.

"Nev-OOF!"

His boot finds some irregularity in the ground buried beneath the snow and sends him sprawling.

Kate peeks out.

"I thought the goal was warfare, not snow angels, Master Enzo."

Smug Smuggity McSmugster.

In reply, Enzo levers himself up to his knees, scoops up an armful of snow, and simply heaves it at her as best he can.

She shrieks in a most undignified fashion, laughing all the same.

"All right, all right! Bad form."

On her part, that is. You should never tease a man down.

"What if I bought you some digitized cocoa? Would that clear my ledger?"

"With marshmallows."

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