MORGAN
Deimos seemed to pause and analyse the scene before him as if he could see through the structure; Morgan stayed still, instincts from days spent hunting coming in, yet it seemed he sniffed her out anyway. The snowball he launched whizzed past her head, pushing through her hair, a very close shot for someone not entirely able to see her. Morgan didn't use her magic on this one, decided not to unless she felt she was actually in some kind of mortal snowball danger in the interests of fairness.
After the one shot towards herself it seemed the boys were engaging in a private battle (or at least Noah was rather single-minded). Using the stealth that this gave her, Morgan took a snowball in both hands and focused before sending one flying at the back of Noah's head, ducking out of her hiding place to do it; then, before there was a moment to think, another one would fly at Deimos.
After the one shot towards herself it seemed the boys were engaging in a private battle (or at least Noah was rather single-minded). Using the stealth that this gave her, Morgan took a snowball in both hands and focused before sending one flying at the back of Noah's head, ducking out of her hiding place to do it; then, before there was a moment to think, another one would fly at Deimos.
Oh, my love, don't forsake me
Take what the water gave me
Take what the water gave me
