"Sounds like my kind of army," he answered. "Imagine if you unleashed them in a town square or something. Nothing too malicious, just to mess with people's head a little."
He felt the impact of the ball on his face, and he stopped, a look of mock outrage coming over his face. With a few hand motions, half a dozen were floating hip high, but only one launched itself at Cass. Conor could wage a snow war, if it came to that, but right now, it was just some harmless fun.