// All I want is champagne and sunshine //
Whatever reservations Ahmran and the others had about his target, none were voices strongly enough to dissuade the target Iskra had placed on Vesper's back. "Great, then it's agreed," he clapped his hands together with finality. At Ahmran's continued suggestions for defense though, Iskra nodded in agreement, by no means in charge of this team but granting his approval for the idea along with the others. Just because Iskra was feeling a bit, the best defense is a strong offense, it didn't mean they all had to stand out in the open to be shot down like a firing line. "Yes!" Iskra pointed, his enthusiasm spiking as the hunger for revenge, for victory, roused inside him like an awakened beast. He'd been slumbering for long in his self-appointed isolation, he'd forgotten what the bite of competition could do to him. "We can shore up walls easily there and there, where there's some easier snow to work with and natural heights." He pointed out specific sections of the surroundings, though no doubt Ahmran had his own ideas too. Iskra headed over to where he'd suggested to begin, a few of the team coming with, anxious to build something defensible before the timer ran out.
He poked a head up from his work as Mel's familiar voice called out over the frost. He glanced readily to her, a fool's grin breaking the concentration from his gaze into wicked glee. It was time.
Snowball in hand at her call, Iskra positioned himself along a slope, a snow wall packed down waist high in front of him. He tossed the ball up a few times, testing, weighing. He embedded a few small stones along its edges, ones he'd picked up when making the wall. Not enough to make it deadly, just enough to make it hurt more when he hit Vesper. Not if, when.
At her mark, Iskra immediately hurtled his ice-snow-ball towards Vesper, every ounce of his strength and determination leant to that throw. Loath as he was to drop behind his snow wall, Iskra did, although perhaps a bit too slow, too eager to see if his aim was true.
Iskra helps the team prepare some defenses, then grabs a ball and hucks it at Vesper after adding some tiny stones in it.
He poked a head up from his work as Mel's familiar voice called out over the frost. He glanced readily to her, a fool's grin breaking the concentration from his gaze into wicked glee. It was time.
Snowball in hand at her call, Iskra positioned himself along a slope, a snow wall packed down waist high in front of him. He tossed the ball up a few times, testing, weighing. He embedded a few small stones along its edges, ones he'd picked up when making the wall. Not enough to make it deadly, just enough to make it hurt more when he hit Vesper. Not if, when.
At her mark, Iskra immediately hurtled his ice-snow-ball towards Vesper, every ounce of his strength and determination leant to that throw. Loath as he was to drop behind his snow wall, Iskra did, although perhaps a bit too slow, too eager to see if his aim was true.
Iskra helps the team prepare some defenses, then grabs a ball and hucks it at Vesper after adding some tiny stones in it.
ISKRA
// Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight //
