the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Pleased to see that Vesper's illegal antics aren't going to count - not that it matters, Amhran quickly realises, based on how things are rapidly devolving into chaos and childish(?) squabbles, he's left to his own devices for this round. Feeling briefly elated that, between he and Iskra, they have managed to take out Brock Lee at last, the Raeling is left glancing between those stacked in jail and whatever the hell is going on behind the tree between his fellow teammate and the shadow-casting demigod. Nothing good, and nothing that would bring them closer to victory.
Granted, with his hands and feet long gone numb from the battle, though he does pop up again from behind his barricade to yeet! a snowball towards Anita Bath (in revenge for Amy Stake, you see), he ends up also raising his eyebrows towards Melita. "I don't suppose we could arrange for terms of peaceful surrender?" he asks. "I feel as if this might be a fight now." Rather than a fight pretending to be a game, which he's been well-informed is perfectly acceptable.
Amhran aims at Anita Bath and gently suggests negotiating the Blue Team's surrender, because he's cold and kinda tired.
Granted, with his hands and feet long gone numb from the battle, though he does pop up again from behind his barricade to yeet! a snowball towards Anita Bath (in revenge for Amy Stake, you see), he ends up also raising his eyebrows towards Melita. "I don't suppose we could arrange for terms of peaceful surrender?" he asks. "I feel as if this might be a fight now." Rather than a fight pretending to be a game, which he's been well-informed is perfectly acceptable.
Amhran aims at Anita Bath and gently suggests negotiating the Blue Team's surrender, because he's cold and kinda tired.
