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 Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 12:09 pm
Badly startled, Lenore spread her wings to their full span out of a bird's instinct, trying to identify the threat coming from behind. Predator? Competition in her territory? A rival bird?
"Whoa, whoa, hey now," Len said, blinking. The bird instincts faded back into obscurity, but the wings stayed unfurled as she glanced over her shoulder.
Oh.
Ugh.
"Hey, blenderface," she said in disinterest, tail flicking in annoyance.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 12:22 pm
As soon as he could see the whites (or darks) of her eyes, Sabe wound up and flung the snowball with the force of a suicidal hawk.
His aim, of course, was another story. It bounced off her wing and exploded into a mist. Undeterred, he snatched up another handful and let that one fly, too. One had to hit sooner or later.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 12:27 pm
"Unghk!"
The second snowball struck Len in the chest, exploding into another shower of powder. Len rubbed the snow out of her eyes, baring her teeth. That was a declaration of war, right there. Wordlessly she scooped up a handful of snow and compacted it into a hard ball, throwing it at Sabriel. It clipped the side of the Cat's leg, leaving a sugar-fine streak of white on his pant leg.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 3:38 pm
Len's snowball hit with a stinging thump, making Sabe drop the one he was constructing with a hiss. Rallying, he shot the Bird a bared tangle of teeth, agreeing with the declaration of war. Now she'd fought back. Now there'd be heck to pay.
Backing away, he searched for a home base, and ended up diving behind a tree with a drift piled against its trunk.
"You're doomed, Bird." he told her seriously, pitching another snowball over.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 5:53 pm
Sliding down to crouch behind her rock, Lenore thought briefly of just summoning a violent wind that would happily attempt to separate Sabriel's greasy fur from his odious person - but she thought otherwise. War was fought not with cheap tricks, but with honor and bad a** weaponry.
And, if things got tough and she let herself play cheap, ice balls.
Scooping up another handful and packing it hard, Lenore threw her second volley, hoping to catch Sabriel in the head.
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