the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
More snowballs fly, some hitting and some going hilariously wide of their mark, and soon enough Iskra is ducking back down behind the barricade with him. Grinning back despite their comparatively worse off position, nevertheless Amhran can feel his fingers starting to go numb even through his gloves from the continued grabbing and throwing of their icy projectiles. "Do you remember if Melita told us how we actually... win?" he asks, but before he knows it, Iskra is gone again on what some might argue is a suicide mission.
Amhran has his back, though.
Popping up behind the barricade just as Vesper appears, the Raeling calls, "No he didn't!" and pelts a barrage of snowballs at his fellow demigod, as if to ensure he pays for every second he's out of cover and trying to put his teammate in jail. Of course, perhaps this puts him on his very own path to the bench, but it's worth it he feels. (If for nothing else, then perhaps a chance to sit down).
Amhran aims at Vesper!
Amhran has his back, though.
Popping up behind the barricade just as Vesper appears, the Raeling calls, "No he didn't!" and pelts a barrage of snowballs at his fellow demigod, as if to ensure he pays for every second he's out of cover and trying to put his teammate in jail. Of course, perhaps this puts him on his very own path to the bench, but it's worth it he feels. (If for nothing else, then perhaps a chance to sit down).
Amhran aims at Vesper!
