Snippet #2733670

”It’s quite alright, we all can be a little impish.” Maelthra was in slight shock from her getting up then kneeling on the ground. But he realized too late what her intentions were as the snowball hit him square in the chest.

“Ooh, You’ve done it now.” He grinned mischeviously as he noticed Clara hitting Narissa as well. “Of course you realize this means war!” He then gave chase, using some of his magic to take several scoops of snow and pack them into snow balls.

He knew Narissa was following him, but sure it was more for vengeance of her attack as well. They rounded a corner.

”Fire!” He heard Clara shout as he saw an assault of snowballs as he tried ducking but got hit a few good times. “Oh no! My foolproof strategy! Withdraw!” He shouted as he backed up and tried to find something to use for a defensive snow fort. He jumped behind a Barrel and poked his head out when he knew they stopped throwing.

“I still have my ammunition Princess! You have a chance of surrender or you’ll receive my return fire!” He waited for her response and used some of his magic to lace some of the snowballs with healing magic, hoping one of them would hit Clara and help her lungs be at ease so she could have an enjoyable Yule. Before he knew it one last snowball hit his face.

“Okay! Know that you asked for it!” He shouted. “Snowball Volley!” He sent his snowballs hurling towards the group. “I need some of my goblins as reinforcements.” He muttered as one popped his head out.

“You called boss?” It asked.

“Gibblet, be good and make some snowballs as this little bout continues.” He ordered, and thus did the snow war of Yule had begun.