[ME] icy what you did there

Deimos

Dare we know the halo's hanging low

Finishing off the last part of the wall, he wasn’t surprised to find Theea bounding up beside him. He snorted at the compliment and the excitement, the amusement and impending chaos already peeling its way into his usually nonchalant layers. “Thank you.” From there though, he watched as she dispersed into the fortifications, and he glanced elsewhere, surveying the rest of the participants beginning to wander into the rampart’s threshold, or meander towards the safer options of hot cocoa.

Not one to be left behind when there was mayhem to stir, the Sword stepped over the wall, then made for a fort he’d already partially constructed. Crouching down so no one would aim for him from the front, presently at least, he began utilizing the earth and water components in his magic, intending to make the barricades that much larger, greater, and stronger – for he had little intention of being mauled in the upcoming melee.

Then, just to start things, he worked a snowball into his gloved palms, modest, small, hardly threatening, to test some portions – then launched it towards any newcomer nearby.