[He laughs, raising his arm to block the snowball while he is making his next one. It hits square in his forearm, and he throws his next snowball (normally) soon after. He is running out of snow though, and he wonders how much longer the meager amount of snow around him will last.
Damn Roy for being near the mouth of the cave where all the fresh snow was!]
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Damn Roy for being near the mouth of the cave where all the fresh snow was!]