When you lean back and extend your
arm out, time still moves in the right way. The last couple snow-balls you have
completely missed, but you keep trying. There has been many snow-balls barely
flying past you from opposing players, and you smile as none of them hit their
mark.
As
you swing your arm around over your head, carrying the packed piece of the
winter wonderland in your fist. You focus your eyes on the target, one of your
best friends from school. When you are in the beast-mode you are in right now,
you have to aim at your friends so your target doesn’t get too mad at you. Before
you know it, momentum carries the snow-ball out of your hands and you move your
fingers in the right way so it has back-spin, keeping in the air for just the
right amount of time.
Now
time has really stopped. Thoughts go through your head as you realize how good
of a shot this one was. Will it hurt
them? Will they dodge it? The snow-ball seems to be flying as straight as a
laser, with no arc in its flight path.
Time
starts to go faster now, faster and faster, until you hear a thunck sound and there is an explosion
of snow around the target’s chest. They fall and lay there comically, while you
bend down and pack together another snow-ball.
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