// All I want is champagne and sunshine //
The thumps of the snowballs striking the barrier moments after he was back behind it sounded louder than they should, the close call a wild energy that hummed through him. He grinned at Amhran, his freedom a small victory they could still celebrate, even as their shots whiffed. Unfortunately, the rest of Red team's aim was not so poor.
Iskra kept a keen eye out for a mysteriously sailing snowball as he packed two more. He didn't catch its origin exactly, but the one that sailed toward Marsha had come from a distance—enough for him to estimate the arc. He wasn’t sure—but he was grinning wide with hope as he sprang from his bunker hole with Amhran. He spared one wary glance for Vesper through the trees, but otherwise Iskra bolted for the space he assumed Melita to be, her arm invisible, but not her ammunition.
Iskra crushed one of his snowballs into powder and flung it forward as he neared, an attempt to dust Melita in white so he wouldn't lose her. He was moving too fast to just stop, and he couldn’t risk it—not if she turned and caught him mid-charge. No, he had no time to waste, whether he marked her or missed entirely, Iskra lunged forward with outstretched hands to tackle the Honeybee—one hand still clutching his snowball, ready to tag her into jail.
Iskra tackles Mel and tags her, maybe?
Iskra kept a keen eye out for a mysteriously sailing snowball as he packed two more. He didn't catch its origin exactly, but the one that sailed toward Marsha had come from a distance—enough for him to estimate the arc. He wasn’t sure—but he was grinning wide with hope as he sprang from his bunker hole with Amhran. He spared one wary glance for Vesper through the trees, but otherwise Iskra bolted for the space he assumed Melita to be, her arm invisible, but not her ammunition.
Iskra crushed one of his snowballs into powder and flung it forward as he neared, an attempt to dust Melita in white so he wouldn't lose her. He was moving too fast to just stop, and he couldn’t risk it—not if she turned and caught him mid-charge. No, he had no time to waste, whether he marked her or missed entirely, Iskra lunged forward with outstretched hands to tackle the Honeybee—one hand still clutching his snowball, ready to tag her into jail.
Iskra tackles Mel and tags her, maybe?
ISKRA
// Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight //
