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Micah's head itched under her hat. Her head always itched when she wore one. It was why she wore mittens that easily converted to fingerless gloves. She stopped her construction to remove her hat and relieve her itching. Once the thing was back on her head Micah continued, erecting the wall that would protect her from the barrage of ammunition her brother would soon be sending her way. She'd be so jealous. She grinned wickedly witht he idea as she peered over at her stock pile of snow balls. There had to be at least twenty five perfect balls piled in the corner of her snow fort. It was, indeed, a glorious creation. Three walls, high enough for Micah to stoop behind. Solid, packed to the point where they were almost ice. And with ehr stock pile of ammunition, she'd never run out. When Alexij needed to restock, Micah would only augment. Yes. Victory would be hers.

The ringer on her phone made her jump.

"Hey baby, where you at?" Micah face fell as her brother spoke. Busy again. "Oh... yeah, no I understand. You've gotta do what you gotta do, right? No, I'm not mad. I'm not upset. There will be other days, Alexij. You have fun with your competition. I love you too." Of course Micah was upset. Not at Alexij, maybe. Never at Alexij. But upset that she would not get to play with her brother. She slumped against the cold wall of her fort, legs out before her. Now what?

Micah had been too lost in her pouting to notice anyone approaching. As soon as the voice sounded, however, her red head popped up form behind the snowy wall. Her eyes were wide as she scnaned the white scene for who had spoken to her. She almost missed the boy as he stood, despite the contrast of black to white. He looked so... dignified. Micah herself had on a knitted hat made to look like a panda -- complete with ears and nose -- with flaps that covered her ears. Her mitten were knit as well, white with a panda design on thier backs. The wrist hem was orange and the hems around each finger was blue. She wroe blue jeans with wool stocking under neath and her usualy filthy chucks. She'd decided not to wear her peacoat today, deciding the wool was too cumbersome for a snow ball fight nad opted for her lighter red coat with the fur lined hood.

Micah sighed, suddenly embarassed with the way she looked. Still she stood, waving a mittened hand, for she had converted the gloves back form fingerless. "Yeah, I'm here," she called happily, stepping over her wall to approach the boy. "Just... getting stood up, I guess." She turned back to her hard work with a sad sigh.

"The broski couldn't come out to have a snowball fight with me. His robotics team is having a last minute meeting before the competition. It's dumb."

Micah gave a light laugh at his offer. She grabbed a snow ball from next to her and tossed it from hand to hand. "Do you think you can take me?" She bit her lip and took in the slighter man. One good throw and Micah might just break him. She tossed the snowball into the air and caugh it one last time before she packed it again. "I don't just fight. It's an all out war. Alexij and I use to pack ice in our snow balls. We only stopped because I had to get sitches." Micah tapped her temple where a scar could be seen, had someone been standing closer to her. She laughed again and set the snowball back down.

"But if you're certain you want to take me on, then take twenty paces from my fort and build your own." Micah pointed with her chin out towards the field, dusting off her hands on her coat. "Ten minutes," she stated simply, turning half way. "Use that time to stock pile snow ball, build defences, and whatever else you need to do." She sounded like a general, the wya she always did when she was challenged. And even though the boy hadn't directly challenged Micah, she took it that way all the same. She truly hoped she hadn't scared him away, but he had to know. This would not be childs play. Micah smiled wickedly at the boy. "My name's Micah, by the way. May as well know my name sine I intend to bury you under the snow."

"Victory is always assured to me," Micah assured from her fort, leaning lightly on the hard surface. "Even when I lose, victory is still mine." It was just enough non sense to make perfect sense. A trait Micah had perfected over her years of spitting out verbal confoundery. While Alexandre built his fort, Micah had busied herslef making obscene snow man sentries while. The epic manhood on one and the giant breasts on the other should serve as a descent distraction while they fought. And it gave Micah something to do while she waited. She pulled her sleeve up after a suitable time and called over, "Time! Ready or not, you had ten minutes. This will be your last warning and show of mercy." Micah's wicked grin reappeared, her red head centered between two tasetless snowmen.

And then she struck. Micah's arm flew out to her stock pile, positioned easily at arms length. first she ducked, awaiting any strike from Alexandre that he'd prepared while she was speaking. After all, she'd do the same. Hearing nothing Micah popped out again. Just long enough to hurl a snowball from her position. Her arms had grown stronger in her short time with Jett, and she could feel the power she was emitting through the icy ball.

Of course, she thought with a grin and she ducked back behind her fort, this would be more easily won if she could just transform into Acubens. Hated as the form might have been, it would be an easy battle to win with her super speed. She stiffled a giggle with a gloved hand at the thought.

Micah had come up to check on Alexandre and only saw white. She blinked the snow away confusedly with a furrowed brow. Wait... wait what had just happened? She wiped away the snowball that had hit her dead in the face and growled at Alexandre. Lucky shot. Alexij didn't take these things so seriously, and it would seem that Alexandre did. Normally Micah could bank on her brother only putting a quarter of his heart into the fight. The stinging in her cheeks told Micah otherwise about this boy. Her growl turned into a laugh as she thought about it. So a real fight it was then?

Micah grabbed two snowballs this time. It was her favorite tactic. She called it Muddy Waters. Just as with fishing when the fisherman had to confuse the fish by muddying the water, Micah would confuse Alexandre to hit him.

The first snowball was launched, purposfully off aim. It was meant to graze the top of his fort, and, upon impact, expolde due to it's looser build. The flurry would distract Alexandre long enough for Micah to get a good shot in, which she would launch directly after her dummy.

"Fly true," she whispered as she kissed her real bomb. Once the dud was half way across the battle field, Micah released the real one, aiming for where Alexandre's head would probably rise.

Micah was good at two things. Eating and gloating. Since the former was out of the question, Micah had to settle for gloating. And gloat she did. she leanded against her fort, laughing at Alexandre between her two sexy snowmen.

"You should have seen -- " Micah was cut off when the snowball hit her side. He missed? No, Micah could already tell that Alexandre was far too clever to miss Micah on purpose. He was using her tactic was what was happening. It was too late to duck, but Micah could block the majority of the ball with her hand. Of course, it stung a little, and powder flew into her face, momentarily blinding her with white. "Face..." she finished, spitting the fluff from her mouth.

"Try using your own tactic," Micah called with a grin, packing another layer around the snowball she chose. She decided that he could take whatever she threw at him. Micah laughed at her own pun. Ducking down into her forst Micah packed a small ball of snow into a pellet of ice and prodded it into the ball she was holding. Arial assault. Micah lobbed the ball high into the air. She wanted him to try and block it. That wasn't the point. The ice would still hurt when it hit. Another ice pellet was stuck into a second snowball and launched directly at his wall, weakening his defences.

It hit Micah square in the chest. And it was cold. Very cold. For a moment Micah simpley sat there, unsure of what had just happened. After that moment, however, Micah jumped up with a shriek of surprise as the cold began to seep down her shirt. Now Micah was cold and wet. Those were two things Micah hated. So much. She shucked off her jacket and tried to wiggle around the get the snow from under her shirt. That's not fair, attacking lady bits like that. Once she was sure all of the snow was gone form her chest, Micah pouted at Alexandre.

But only for a moment. s**t. Micah hadn't realized that she'd jumped up and left herself toally vulnerable. She gave a girlish shriek and lunged down to grab a ball. Too late for ducking. Micah was certain Alexandre had another ball coming at her. She knew that he wasn't above taking advantage of a situation.She quickly packed it into something harder than a snowball, more akin to the ice pellets she loaded her balls with.

While Alexandre attacked Micah head on, Micah would attack Alexandre's defenses. An oddly straegic move from the normally brash youth. She loosed the cannon ball at Alexandre's walls, diving for her left snowman. She carefully snuck around to the side of him, trying to see if she could get a good shot at his right wall.

The snowball hit Micah in the jaw. This time, however, she didn't simply stand in shock at the strike. She withdrew into the walls of her fort. This wasn't funny anymore. Micah wiped the snow from her face, her fingers already growing numb in the cold. She rubbed then fiercley together, trying to coax some blood back into them, succeeding only minutley. Sitting here wasn't going to warm Micah up. And by the time she got Alexandre's walls down her's would probably be crumbing as well. Micah cursed and eyed her still pretty good stockpile of snowballs. She couldn't stay here and freeze, then risk a loss while she tried to stock pile more snowballs. In retrospect the time Micah spent on her snowmen really should have been spent making more snowballs.

Micah changed tactics right them.

Grabbing a ball in each hand Micah began to hurl them at Alexandre. No reason to simply abandon her pile, right? An ambush of snowballs to confuse and irritate her opponent. Hand over hand, Micah pelted Alexandre's side with the fluff, some exploding in air, creating a sort of smake screen, others hitting things, others missing all together. Micah didn't care. Get rid of the pile and bail.

And she did.

The last ball left Micah's hand and she jumped up, hood over her head, and scooped up a fist full of snow, tossing it as a smoke screen. She slid behind a tree to catch her breath, peeking around to check on Alexandre.