LIKE I SHOULD ; snowball fight

[j a c k .]

it was a beautiful moment; when jack's composure fell to the heat, and his aura of false confidence gave way to the snarky, sly kodkod he knew himself to be. the heat of the dawning day brought with it a new struggle to tamper against the heat. even within the smoldering remnants of the jungle, the humidity was atrocious, and left his fur feeling matted and filthy. Even after running a tongue bath over himself; the feeling wouldn't fade, and jack felt his priorities for the day shift from social grace, to simply cooling off, damn his sister, and her summer, damn himself, and his inability to join a desert in the middle of winter instead. damn it all.

in the red temple, there was plenty of shade, and little heat; with the help of a few npc's, jack managed to gather enough water for this purpose, a small ponds worth; and he set to his task, grinning slyly as mounds of round snow balls were formed beside him. a low chuckle tapering off as he set to his task.

the help he had gathered stuck around, but not for long, as soon as jack made enough he made quick work of them; punting snowballs towards their directions until they fled the temple in the sheer inability to fight back. with water elemental and wind, jack could simply levitate the snowball and fling it. the heat create a strong ice core; made the snowballs give some for of oomph. and there, in the wake of the red temple, the dapper king sat atop a makeshift throne, snowballs littered the entire inside of the red temple and he waiting for his next victim to walk in.

he would start to count from one to ten; and at the last number; snowballs would fly. all that was waiting, was for his trap to be sprung.