Quickly creating a perfectly balanced snowball, VB hurls it at Phouka in his best Nolan Ryan manner, leading her with a little top spin it hits her square in the…
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!
between the shoulder blades!
I flop over and crawl to the fort, gasping like a beached pilot whale.
“I . . . I’m a gonner, sarge! Tell my mom I love her, and make sure you beat those lousy Krauts back to the -”
Oh. ahem Scuze me, wrong movie.
Once safe in the fort, I scoop up a couple of snowballs and fire them off, hitting -
Shadowfox quickly pulls out her MacGyver snow melter and unburies her hang glider, only to discover that the wings are wrecked beyond repair. With a demented howl that sends every creature within two miles scurrying for their hidey-holes, Shadowfox pulls out her snowball double slingshot, packs it with two very large snowballs, and takes aim at Pluto and Narile.
Shadowfox
“We are what we pretend to be.”
- Kurt Vonnegut
Watching while phouka distracts VB, Falcon gets an arsenal of snowballs ready and starts firing them at VB…GOTCHA!
And for the final insult…dumping snow down VB’s jacket…
As VB does the quick-step, dancing around and shaking snow out of his jacket, he grabs Falcon by a shapely ankle and flips her, sending her base over apex into a snowbank.
“There! That’ll larn ya!” He exults with a maniacal laugh!
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!
RT packs grapefruit-sized snowball, gets ready to smack Falcon with it.
Sees VB flip her into a snowbank, decides not to waste the snowball (Falcon would hardly notice it now), and swots VB on the neck with it. Snow trickles down Blue’s back, under his shirt.
RT ducks behind a tree, starts packing another snowball.
Pluto ducks under Shadowfax’s barrage but somehow cannot look away! “Where did she get that thing?” Makes a mental note to search for double slingshots on the web.
Wakes up half frozen and buried in a snow bank. He sits up and stops, staring at Shadowfoxes large snowballs.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
VB, doing a double take at the lace on Shadows’ double slingshot, prepares a particularly slushy ball for RT!
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!
Narile cranks the trebuchet back and reloads it after spluttering and doing the snow down the pants dance. He now looks around with an evil gleam in his eyes, searching for someone to unload a bucketfull of white wrath upon, anyone will do, but if Tengu appears…revenge will be a very cold dish indeed. 
(And yes, I really do have a trebuchet back in Ohio, five foot throwing arm, three foot counterwieght. And it is for snow, waterballoon, or the occasional firecracker. )
>>Being Chaotic Evil means never having to say your sorry…unless the other guy is bigger than you.<<
—The dragon observes
Falcon digs herself out of the snowbank, coughing and sputtering. hmpf. shove ME in, will you?
Finding her OWN slingshot, she finds some slush she dug off her car and loads it. Oh Vestal hon? Paybacks are a bitch. smiling, then releasing the slingshot, catching Vestal and RTFirefly
::splutter::
::sits down, wipes snow off face, looks for hole to crawl into and recuperate::
< VB, coughing and digging slush out of his nose, releases RT >
::Sputter:: Ooooooo Falcon, thou art in deep Kimchee! You think your skirts were in disarray before, Just you wait!!
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!
Yeah sure…come and GET me, flight boy!
smiling wickedly, idly tossing a snowball
As Falcon VERY foolishly taunts VB, RT swoops up behind her and…
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!
…gets a snowball SMASHED in his face as Falcon whirls around as catches him.
Turning back to VB, she smiles…“Next plan, flight boy?”
…dumps an armload of loose snow on Falcon’s head. Then RUNS…
…into the crossfire between Shadowfox, pluto, surgo, fuzzy, Sue, and MoosieGirl, where…
Yo Rufus! Read the post before yours! Ain’t no WAY you getting me, hon!
OK, Falcon, OK! You asked for it!
We could fight a conventional war, but that woiuld take too long, cost too many lives…no, what we need is something…Eeevil…
< As VB manoeuvres Falcon backward into the hole in the snowbank; falling in up to her neck, she is helpless and can’t move! the wicked VB packs snow in around her, completely immobilizing the sassy bird!
Bwaahahahahaha! >
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!