🌧️ - The snowball comes out of nowhere, compact and perfectly round, but the assailant can't stay hidden. From the bushes, Berkut emerges, shouting "Now we're even!"
Mitama immediately stiffened upon impact. It took her a moment to regain her senses enough to turn, for it seemed the sudden collision left her trapped in a mindset of cold, wet, oh god that was cold and wet.
When she finally did manage to regain enough agency to turn, her eyes immediately narrowed on the emerging figure. Him.
“You! How- Skulking heathen walks! / under growth where he belongs / strikes a coward’s aim!” She huffed, immediately rounding on him. Her face buried behind her scarf, she crouched down and gathered some of the snow herself - the shape it formed much less ideal than his own. “I threw nothing at you, brute! This puts you on uneven ground, if anything!”