"Aagh, R-, raah, Nauheima," Aptera was rubbing one palm furiously against her other palm and working her way gradually, but just as intensely, up to her upper arm and then shoulder, "your, your attack makes me, makes me want to, to, mess up your hair with, with such aggression!"

This, Aptera was exclaiming at the accused perpetrator as she was making her way through the snow to close more of the distance between them, flinging snowballs, that were more grasps of snow at him as she went towards him with great determination. There was no hostility behind her words in tone or expression, however; and rather, her features resembled those of the two individuals, her guests, who were here at her wonder with her on this occasion.

More precisely, there were at a beach. The waves could be heard in the distance, in the same direction of the expansive stretch of sand beyond the border of snow they presently stationed themselves for a magical, winter battle. Nauheima was grinning widely as he watched Aptera's trek while occasionally lobbing a snowball towards her. Propus giggled as watched the two of them before her laughter subsided to occasional chuckles as she smilingly began proceeding in the same direction as Aptera but at a slower pace that allowed her to more fully form snowball projectiles she threw at Aptera with more force and at more regular intervals.

"So now you're both resorting to a two-against-one tactic, are you," Aptera grinned more widely with heightened competitiveness as she took a detour and doubled her pace to reach towards Propus first.

Propus decidedly began a detour of her own. However, when just within range, Aptera momentarily fired her magic at her target, successfully giving Propus a brief push from the side.

"Ow, Aptera," Propus part whined and part cackled in amusement.

Meanwhile, Nauheima was standing his ground now despite being aware from previous experience that he was likely within or nearly in range of either of his foes' magical strikes. Well, actually, he was crouched down again in the next instant to randomly toss snowballs at them at an accelerated pace, his grinning form making an appearance over the boulder he was shielding himself with here and there.

"Alright, here's a Picnic of Calabash Gourds," Propus regained her footing before targeting Nauheima with the release of her magic.

Then, for the next 20 seconds it was Nauheima's turn to provide the entertainment with an awkward dance in the snow while endeavoring to avoid the magical missiles Propus had launched into a chase hunting him.

Of course, Aptera reciprocated Nauheima's earlier gestures by lobbing snowballs at him during that period.

"C-, calm down, Propus, Aptera," Nauheima had addressed the two more than once in along those lines as well as mixed with chuckles and yelps.

Afterwards, they also managed to share a talk with regards to a variety of topics concerning the magical war raging in Destiny City.

Needless to say, the trio had an effective and fun meeting for training and discussion in space today.