I want a good clean fight

[swarmoflies]

Characters: Sette Frummagem and all you losers!
Date: Immediately following the sudden snowfall. The only thing occurring between then and this log is Sette acquiring some boots and mittens.
Summary: SNOW BALL FIGHT!!!!! This is an open log, although I will be commenting to practically everybody as Sette because she will be aggressing everybody

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[persical]

Well, this was one form of fighting Claire could manage--and was used to, as well. In a northern village like Sulz, any form of snow play was a time-honored pasttime.

However, the suddenness of the snowfall caught her off guard, so she was still a bit bewildered by the change. Watching the Queen's announcement distracted her enough that the projectile collided with the back of her head before any warning reached her ears.

With a yelp, she covered her head with both hands, searching for her assailant. What she found was a familiar face.

"Oh, of course!"

[swarmoflies]

Sette cackled like a fiend as she set upon Claire, balling up snow with her mittened hands and hurling ti towards her with impressive accuracy. "Vengeance!" she declared, loudly and proudly, as she assaulted her.

[persical]

She was battered by a few more snowballs before she recovered, sputtering a little, before crouching to scoop up her own handful of snow in a practiced movement.

"Oh no you don't!"

For a skinny little goody-two-shoes, she had fairly good aim as well.

[swarmoflies]

Sette held up an arm to ward off the frozen assault. The snowballs deflected harmlessly off of her mittens.

"Betcha hate this season, child-lover!" she shouted back. "We all gotta keep all covered up on account of the temperature!"

Another snowball flew straight for Claire's forehead.

[persical]

"Now you're being silly again!" She let out an undignified yelp and managed to shield her face, but snow scattered everywhere. Ears flattening, she ducked behind a tree for cover.

"You're not going to get along with anyone if all you do is insult them!"

[swarmoflies]

"Who says I wanna get on with you, child-lover?" Sette shouted back. Sensing that victory was at hand, she advanced, arms full of snow.

[persical]

"If you're going to insult people for trying to help you stay clean, then I'm not sure I want to get along with you!"

She pokes her head around the other side of the tree, snowball in hand, and lets fly.

[swarmoflies]

Sette takes that one right in the face. She slips on the icy ground, falling right on her butt, and then all the snow in her arms falls onto her face. It wasn't the most dignified sight.

[persical]

Claire steps out to study the scene with her hands on her hips.

"I grew up with snow--don't be so surprised."

Then she smiles a little, and holds out a hand to help Sette up.

[swarmoflies]

Sette smacks the hand away angrily. "Didn't ask for no help!" she said, slowly climbing to her feet.