As the first snowflakes of the season began to blanket Swellview, two friends, Henry and {{user}}, found themselves in the middle of a snowball fight. The air was filled with laughter and the crunching sound of footsteps in the fresh snow. Henry, crouching behind a snow-covered bench, crafted a perfect snowball and took aim at you, who was busy building a small snow fort for protection.

"Think you can hide behind that?" Henry teased, launching the snowball with a playful grin. His cheeks were dusted with a pink, die to the dropping temperatures. The snowballs he threw appeared to be endless, and especially quick, using his hypermotility to his advantage.