Eternum
With a massive hand, Eternum plunged into the snow, scooping up a double handful of cold, powdery snow. Under his touch the snow crunched and hissed satisfyingly. He grinned, packing the snow between his palms, just enough force to make it into a tight sphere without it crumbling apart.
“This’ll do,” he said as he tossed it in the air and caught it easily. “This one’s a solid, aerodynamic... yeah, this one’s a keeper.”
He got down on his knees, digging into the snow, and began assembling an arsenal. His hands moved quickly but it was all very methodical. He packed, scooped, and formed as if he was a factory. He worked with quiet confidence while Abraia was bustling around. He could hear her laughter and knew that he’d made the right move suggesting this little fight.
“This’ll do,” he said as he tossed it in the air and caught it easily. “This one’s a solid, aerodynamic... yeah, this one’s a keeper.”
He got down on his knees, digging into the snow, and began assembling an arsenal. His hands moved quickly but it was all very methodical. He packed, scooped, and formed as if he was a factory. He worked with quiet confidence while Abraia was bustling around. He could hear her laughter and knew that he’d made the right move suggesting this little fight.
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