Once more, Galen felt the cold splat of a snowball smashing into his face.
“Bell! What the hell–” Galen shouted, interrupted by yet another snowball. Luckily, he managed to turn his head just in time to avoid getting any snow in his mouth.
He growled and turned back to her. She stood smirking, holding another snowball, prepared to throw it at any moment.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled.
“Oh?” she cocked her head to the side with a sarcastic smile. “Now, you want to talk?”
Bell pulled back and launched the snowball at Galen. He dodged it only to find another already speeding towards him.
“Damn it!” he shouted as his attempt to dodge the second volley was thwarted, and he was left covered in more of the slush.
“Bell, can you please–” his words were cut off by the next snowball to hit his face. This time, his mouth was unfortunately opened.
He coughed out the dirt-covered slush.
