Redhawk Caldera dead of winter

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While Raven was pulling together her first snowball, Lagan was on his second. They were both unstable, and completely non spherical, but as long as he could kick it at her he didn't care what shape it was. He was about finished with his second when he felt a rush of cold and a lump of snow collide with his face. He sneezed out some snow and shook his head, then looked up at her with a mischievous grin. Lagan wasn't a serious boy, but he did love winning. He wasn't about to let that one snowball lead to his surrender.

He kicked up his first, then his second right after. A snowball barrage would be more effective than one well put together snowball, or so he assumed.