The first snowball from Eternum sailed past Abraia, missing her; it plopped softly on the top of a snowdrift. She called out, in a bright, teasing voice, “Oh, so that’s how we’re doing this?! Big guy, you'd better be ready!"
Slowing down and crouching low, her hands sinking into the snow, her fingers working through the snow to form one very perfect ball. Cold the powdery snow was to her skin, she did not care, the excitement of the moment warmed her from top to toe. A little tune played in her head as she pack the snow tightly.
Extending her hand she raised up her first creation with a triumphant flourish. She shouted to no one in particular, “Behold! The Snowball of Destiny!” She chuckled at her own theatrics, and quickly set about to work, to see how big a stockpile she could make, worthy of being known as a snowball champion.
She envisioned every way she could get her sneaky hands on her opponent while she made each snowball. A sneak attack from behind? Maybe an overhead volley! You could do anything!
Slowing down and crouching low, her hands sinking into the snow, her fingers working through the snow to form one very perfect ball. Cold the powdery snow was to her skin, she did not care, the excitement of the moment warmed her from top to toe. A little tune played in her head as she pack the snow tightly.
Extending her hand she raised up her first creation with a triumphant flourish. She shouted to no one in particular, “Behold! The Snowball of Destiny!” She chuckled at her own theatrics, and quickly set about to work, to see how big a stockpile she could make, worthy of being known as a snowball champion.
She envisioned every way she could get her sneaky hands on her opponent while she made each snowball. A sneak attack from behind? Maybe an overhead volley! You could do anything!
