Well, it IS snowing!

[saint_sami]

Who: Sasami and YOU!
What: Snow + kid = snowball fight!
Where: Anywhere around time
When: Uh... now?
Warnings: Snow. Lots of it. Made into balls.
Prose or Commentspam: Either or!

It had been quite awhile since she experienced snow, what with arriving during Mayfield's spiral into destruction and Betterplace not really having much in terms of weather, thus seeing snow for the first time in ages triggered something in Sasami - pure, unbridled joy. That kind of joy you see in kids when they first experience something like this.

While it would have been much easier to have magic to make the snow herself or using wings to help her, Sasami found it quite as easy to make snowballs as well as a makeshift shield in case other ponies got into it. With her arsenal ready, Sasami laid in wait before making her first move, throwing a snowball at somepony.

"SNOWBALL FIGHT!" she called out, hoping others would get the idea.

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[badassfreakingoverlord]

"What the--?!"

Zetta's head snapped up as the snowball pelted his flank. Someone had called him out! Someone had dared assault him!

"ATTACK, MY LOYAL BATTLE-MONKEYS!" he bellowed as a half-dozen minions crashed down from the sky to surround him. The Overlord's Invited army all but dove into the snow to begin forming up their own weapons to return fire.

[saint_sami]

"YEEP!" Sasami didn't expect this! Didn't expect to hit Zetta nor expect an entire army to come out and attack as well!

Never the less, she'll brave the attacking armies and keep throwing snowballs, trying her best to dodge as many as possible!

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Such was the price she paid for winging snowballs at people! The onslaught continued from all sides as the minions of the Overlord advanced, snow flying through the air. They cared nothing for the hits they took, soldiering on through like the semi-mindless constructs they were -- for all of a minute, before they abruptly broke ranks and fell back around a smirking Zetta.

Sasami had a moment to notice the glow of his horn before he dropped the massive ball of snow he'd been gathering above her.