the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
One might be surprised to hear this, but Amhran has participated in a good share of snowball fights by now, so if the only difference between that and this is catching the snowballs (a phrase he mouths to himself as if to give it a proper chance to sink in), he starts to feel quietly confident. Doubly so as he watches the lines be drawn and the full teams take shape, because he’s also quite seasoned at people watching, and he knows a few of the NPCs participants on the opposing team as well.
But then their own strategy is beginning to take shape, and whilst he’s admittedly surprised to hear that they are instantly all ganging up on Vesper - a decision that feels more personal than logical - he’s no leader, and so he merely nods. ”If you think that is best,” he says slowly, before glancing to the field at large and the surrounding snow banks. ”I didn’t hear anything forbidding us from making walls and other obstacles to hide behind, so perhaps we can do that as well?” he offers to Iskra.
Amhran is bemused but agrees, and suggests also making walls out of snow & other things to hunker down behind for protection.
But then their own strategy is beginning to take shape, and whilst he’s admittedly surprised to hear that they are instantly all ganging up on Vesper - a decision that feels more personal than logical - he’s no leader, and so he merely nods. ”If you think that is best,” he says slowly, before glancing to the field at large and the surrounding snow banks. ”I didn’t hear anything forbidding us from making walls and other obstacles to hide behind, so perhaps we can do that as well?” he offers to Iskra.
Amhran is bemused but agrees, and suggests also making walls out of snow & other things to hunker down behind for protection.
