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Undisclosed location, somewhere near Banff, British Columbia, Canada
The snow was flying, both from the sky and from the other side of the compound. It had started out as a rogue ball thrown here, and one returned, but it quickly escalated, as these things do.
At least they’d taken time to make up some basic rules. You get hit, you’re out until all combatants are hit. Last man standing wins.
Maxim ducked behind a pine tree, hearing the snowball break up among the branches. He was preparing another ball to throw himself, when he caught motion beside him. Jordan. Good.
Seamus was sure he’d hit Maxim, but the Russian hadn’t called himself hit. So he leaned down to grab another handful of the packable snow. Normally, he’d not be one to even get involved, but he’d been hit with an errant ball when he stepped out for a breath of fresh air.
He couldn't let that stand, so he joined the fray.
On his team, he had Ace and Mozzie. Kapkan had Thermite and Bandit. Those three were nearly inseparable.
“Oy! That hit you fair, mate!” Mozzie called out, pointing at Bandit and the remnants of snow on his backside.
“Ahh, yeah. You got me.” Bandit replied as he checked for the hit, and headed off to the sidelines to wait for the next round.
Two versus Three.
Maxim looked over to Jordan, and started making some hand signals, hoping the American understood. Otherwise, this would end badly.
Trace nodded, seemingly understanding, and Maxim grinned. This might just work.
Jordan stepped out from behind the stone wall, and ran towards the left, staying as low as he could. There was a straight wall of shrubs that should conceal him on his attack run.
Sledge readied his ball, hoping to see Kapkan duck out of cover. When the Russian was sure Jordan would make it, he hopped out and dashed for the right.
Seamus pointed off to the right, to watch their flank, and Mozzie nodded relaying the play to Ace, who nodded with a cheeky grin.
With the Russian moving right, the Scotsman headed down to cut him off.
Jordan pulled his arm back and made his shot, hitting Ace square in the shoulder. “Damn!” Scoffed the Norwegian, before he walked over to join Bandit.
That left Jordan open for the retaliation shot from Mozzie, who smashed the American in his wide open chest.
“Aghhhh. Shit! I thought that would happen!” Jordan grumbled, making his own walk of shame.
One versus Two.
Seamus heard the exclamations of the other two from the far side and grinned wildly. He had a chance.
Hearing a crack of a branch just to his right, he wound up and made his throw…
Smacking into Zero, who was just coming out to join Seamus. The ball hit his chest, and broke off into his still steaming mug of coffee. Well… Iced coffee now.
The Scotsman skidded to a halt, and even Maxim had turned to see the scene, pausing to see the elders reaction. “I…” he was about to stammer an explanation, when Zero held his free hand up in ‘stop there’ gesture.
Sam blinked for a moment, his hand returned to his mug as he took a deep breath. Then he stared Seamus down. “Who’s left on your team?”
“Mozzie.” Replied the Scotsman, not sure where this was going.
“And your opponents?” He asked, still calm as always.
“Just Kapkan left.”
“I’ll be on his team then. Back to your start.” Zero commanded. It wasn’t up for debate.
Maxim’s grin grew wider.
Two versus Two.
This was quickly turning into a brawl… a SNOW BRAWL