The creature’s head reappeared atop his fortress only to get pummeled with slush. He was buried for the umpteenth time once again.
Several moments of quiet passed as the surprisingly skilled female calmed her maelstrom of snow. Then a webbed hand popped out from the wet mound and limply signaled in the air.
“I shall remember this for future reference,” came the muffled purr from within Aeneas’s prison. His arm promptly went limp and he stopped moving.
Aeneas did not move for some time. If he was lucky (and the female had an ounce of compassion and/or morbid curiosity), he would be able to draw her in close. When that happened, there was an explosion of fuisti-propelled snow waiting for her.
Re: SNOWBALL FIGHT! Jump on in y'all
Several moments of quiet passed as the surprisingly skilled female calmed her maelstrom of snow. Then a webbed hand popped out from the wet mound and limply signaled in the air.
“I shall remember this for future reference,” came the muffled purr from within Aeneas’s prison. His arm promptly went limp and he stopped moving.
Aeneas did not move for some time. If he was lucky (and the female had an ounce of compassion and/or morbid curiosity), he would be able to draw her in close. When that happened, there was an explosion of fuisti-propelled snow waiting for her.