War heard the familiar sound of snow hitting snow, followed by something more alien: a soft hissing noise. She craned her head, searching for what was causing that, and squawked as she caught sight of the flaming snowball. An armful of snow ought to extinguish it, she thought as she piled some on top of it, but you can never tell. Sometimes angelic flames never smother.

She growled, louder than she needed to. "And you say I'm not fair!"