His second attack was much sneakier and the little snowball pelted against her hood, bits of snow slipping in to drip coldly against her neck. Outrage filled her. She didn't want to play his stupid snowball games! But he was off and running again and Imenry grit her teeth.
"Get back here!" she shouted at his back, racing after him again. She kicked up snow in her wake, not even considering arming herself. She chased the boy through the village square, skirting around a group of women taking their daily rations from the wood pile in one of the storage sheds.
She vaguely heard them scolding her as she ran onwards, her boots sliding in the looser packed snow off the more traveled paths. But her legs were too short and she couldn't catch up with her quarry now that he'd gotten a head start. Fuming she knelt down to pack her own snowball. She patted it between her hands, making sure it was tight and wouldn't fall apart once launched.
Standing she threw it as hard as she could at the boy's retreating figure and watched to see if she'd hit her mark.