SNOWBALL FIGHT!

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Class had ended for the day, and that meant it was time to play! No one was quite sure who had thrown the first snowball, but not too long after all the colts and fillies had left the school house somepony got hit by one. One snowball lead to another being thrown, which hit somepony else who got their own snowball... and you get the idea. The playground was a mini battlefield comprised of the foals who didn't want to go home just yet.

Rumble had been hoping to catch Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon once he got mixed up in the fray, but they had made tracks quickly. He wanted to get them back for what they had done to him, but had a feeling that they could somehow turn getting hit by a snowball into assault. He'd need to think a bit more on how to get them back later. Right now he had an important mission to run!

Rumble had taken cover behind the school house, hiding to buy himself some time while he made some snowballs of his own. He didn't need a big pile, just as many as he could hold in his forelegs. Once he had his payload the gray colt's wings buzzed to life, making him riser higher and higher. Normally flying during a snowball fight wasn't a great idea for a foal since generally they weren't strong enough to do any graceful dodging, but he hoped that he had the element of surprise on his side. Nopony would suspect him from coming from this angle! One could almost hear Flight of the Valkyries in the background.

The gray colt was protected from the cold by a fleece-lined jacket, very close to the type he had seen Spitfire wear for some promotional art, except his was cut to fit a colt. A bomber jacket for a bombing mission was highly appropriate for the situation. He flew toward the closest group of foals he could see, wanting to drop his payload as quickly as he could so that there wasn't a long time for someone to call attention to him. When he was over the grouping he opened his forelegs and drops the snowballs he'd been carrying. "Bombs away!"

He didn't bother to see if he had hit his target, any element of stealth he had was now gone, and he started to fly back where he cam from. It was time to return to base and prepare for an infantry assault! Fate would not be so kind to him though. A snowball clipped him in the wing and threw him off course. "I'm hit! I'm hit! I- Oof!!" Rumble's crash course took him right into the snowpony someone had made during their lunch break. The snowpony's head exploded in a cloud of snow as Rumble crashed through it before hitting the ground. The little flyer's crash landing left a little trench in the snow leading up to where he finally came to a stop with his head buried in a snowbank.

[applebloom]

Apple Bloom ducked as a round clump of snow came hurling at her. Snowball fights were probably the best thing about winter, especially for a young filly with loads of energy after a long day of sitting behind a desk and listening to the teacher drone on and on about something or other. (Not that Miss Cheerilee was boring, mind you, but any class gets dull eventually, no matter how enthusiastic and fun the pony teaching is.) Only a few minutes after the foals and fillies were let out, somepony was hit in the snout with a snowball, and after that... it was war.

At first the Cutie Mark Crusaders had stuck together (because a snowball making/throwing or ducking cutie mark were perfectly reasonable), but the fillies had been forced to separate to avoid being such an easy target. After that, it was every filly for herself, and Apple Bloom didn't intend on getting hit in the face with icy mush just yet. She rolled a small sphere out of the white blanket surrounding her hooves and grinned. The little filly wasn't nearly as precise with her aim as some, but she liked to think that she could throw something as simple as a snowball and manage to hit somepony. And this time, she was in luck. The round object went flying through the air and landed on a very unsuspecting random foal. But it wasn't very exciting, just throwing snowballs randomly. There was a certain thrill in having a planned target, and Apple Bloom needed to figure out just who.

She quickly slipped behind a snowpony and listed through each and every pony in their class, finally deciding that she'd simply have to blow her cover for a millisecond and scan the crowd. She threw her head out from behind the snowpony and looked over the large group of foals and fillies before deciding on one in particular. A little foal hiding behind a tree. She snickered, because that's what all evil ponies did before attacking, and proceeded to roll up a small bunch of snowballs. After making a decent supply of ammunition, Apple Bloom started pelting the foal with the white spheres. However, her attack was cut short when a pegasus foal landed on the snowpony she'd been hiding behind, causing it to come crashing down... straight on top of her. The pony, Rumble, slid down about ten feet before coming to a halt, and Apple Bloom poked her head out of the mountain of snow. She sputtered out bits of the cold ice before using her hooves to dig herself out.

Now, Apple Bloom wasn't a very rude filly, in fact, she was very much known for what some ponies referred to as the Apple family's "Southern hospitality." However, she was currently very angry about being buried underneath a giant pile of snow, and was therefore perfectly justified for letting out a huff and storming over to Rumble, completely set on yelling about exactly why he'd been so careless as to hurl into the snowpony she'd been sing as a "safe house" of sorts. But Apple Bloom was a very good-natured pony, so when she opened her mouth to holler a bunch of accusations, instead all that came out was, "Are you okay, Rumble?"

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Rumble began to scramble a bit when he heard some sort of noise. He was down and exposed, and did NOT want to stick around for a group of ponies to gather around him and pelt him with snowballs. His hooves slid in the snow for a moment before they found some purchase and he was able to pop his head out. The colt's face was covered with snow making him look much much older and with a beard until he shook it off.

A quick shake of the head was enough to send the snow flying off, but his face was still freezing. "H-hey th-th-there Apple Blo-om. he said through chattering teeth. The gray colt ruffled his feathers a bit and gave himself a good shake to try and rid himself of the chills. "We shouldn't stand out here in the open too long."