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"Weecan, um, take a breakiff you want?" West asked once Belladonna was finished slapping yeti. What was with all these a**-kicking girls? "You've earned't, I think?" But, yeah. Inside he agreed with Colette whole-heartedly. Even if he was significantly more agreeable due to post-death shock, and general JOY infestation, West always preferred fighting to carrying another boil through the snow on his back. Not that he had ever had a choice between those two options before today.

He bent his knees sharply, using Barth's momentary weightlessness to hike him higher and keep him from dragging on the ground. From somewhere off to his left, a burst of gangster snow bits rained down upon him.

Jamais laughed, "But it exploded in style." She nodded tail flicking. She watched West and Barth tilting her head for a second before looking back at Basil. "At least snowballs seem to be useful against them."

She seemed to ponder curiously, and shrugged softly. "Cold or not, it's food?" She said with a chuckle.

"I could go for a pizza right about now though." Her tail flickered, "Maybe when we get back we should stop and order a few."

"Nah, it's..."

Oh, Jack. Gangster snowman. At least it seemed Barth was hanging on of his own volition at the moment.

Without sparing another thought for his slothy cape, West hefted his snowball launcher and deployed it at the heinous snow creature.

It seemed as though Alwine wouldn't get to see much fighting after all.

West's HP: 25 - 1 - 4 = 20
Damage: 7

Kilometer’s eyes remained wide and locked on LW. He had to make sure she wasn’t going to do anything else before he even thought of relaxing. The only good point to this was that he had forgotten about the cold and more so for his own safety. She wouldn’t actually attack him right? Right?

Originally it was only Kilometer who was glum but now after what just happened LW shared the expression. Maybe large cats would play rough with others but not one as small as he was. Jack, he usually avoids most contact. Then again maybe he’s just a tad too “hand off.”

He clammed up at this point and remained silent. At her apology his ears flicked and he started to walk, or to the best of his abilities, through the snow; taking one large step after another. His body wasn’t as tense as it was before, allowing him to walk more normally. The cold was kicking in again. Sitting in one spot would be considered a death trap.

As he passed LW he paused to look at her, her shift brought her to a sitting position so even though she was not a wolf she wasn't that high up in the air. With another moment of silence, followed by a few blinks, Kilometer started to pounce through the snow again. It wasn’t long before he'd stopped pouncing to look back towards LW, only to start pouncing again moments later. The expression on his face wasn’t as hard hitting or as serious as it was moments before.

By the time Tsetsiliya had finally started up the steep Icy Path, her group had already gotten a good head start on her. She shivered only a little, but moreso over not liking being alone on this path one bit, but it was her own fault. If she were not so negligent and let her attention wander like that!

Giving her arms a fierce rub, she pushed through the snow with the best of her might. Cold was something she was used to from home, but this kind of cold was very lonely.

She had to catch up to the others! Or die trying at least.

On second thought, she really didn't like that idea, but she didn't have much of a choice now but to push on and hope she came upon them soon.

Barth was apparently not all that asleep, at least not enough to shake him loose while West played Who's Got the Bigger Projectile Weapon with an unfortunate Christmas denizen.

"Good shooting," Barth said from over West's shoulder. "Looks like you iced him."

"Puuurrrrttyyyyyyy...."

It seemed that the pale demoness had managed to attract the attention of a yeti who...well..may have been mistaking her for one of his own kind. Oh dammit.

HP: 7