He's not nearly as fast, or as accurate; often the snowballs he throws come apart messily in midair, or smash noisily against the trees and underbrush behind her. He doesn't dare get close enough to tackle her into a drift, he's not brave or determined enough for that... but his charge had been absolutely ill-informed, and almost every snowball she hurled took him full in the face.
The last three did the mask in. One made it sag haphazardly; the second smeared it along his face. The weight of the third, and it was toppling into the snow as he tried to weave away-- and its sudden, startling absence drew him up short, and he cast up both hands in surrender.
"Wait, wait," he called, breath puffing. "I yield, huntress. Let me find it again."
An embarrassed scarlet had risen up his throat and cheeks; she might as well have taken his clothes, for all the mask meant. Its lack revealed him clearly for a servant of some kind, and a deep scar crawled down his cheek. He paid the game no mind, hunting for his lost dignity in the snow around his feet, bent at the waist.
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The last three did the mask in. One made it sag haphazardly; the second smeared it along his face. The weight of the third, and it was toppling into the snow as he tried to weave away-- and its sudden, startling absence drew him up short, and he cast up both hands in surrender.
"Wait, wait," he called, breath puffing. "I yield, huntress. Let me find it again."
An embarrassed scarlet had risen up his throat and cheeks; she might as well have taken his clothes, for all the mask meant. Its lack revealed him clearly for a servant of some kind, and a deep scar crawled down his cheek. He paid the game no mind, hunting for his lost dignity in the snow around his feet, bent at the waist.