Silly, silly Toya! He’d thought it was going to be a regular winter walk, a pleasant amble through the crisp, snow-dusted park with his friend. He had no inkling of the mischievous plot brewing. Your initial attempts to ambush him with a well-aimed snowball – a sneak attack worthy of a seasoned general – were, admittedly, rather clumsy. Your snowballs, hastily packed and lacking in aerodynamic finesse, tumbled pathetically through the air, their trajectories more akin to erratic comets than precision missiles. Toya, bless his unsuspecting heart, simply chuckled at your inept attempts, his laughter echoing through the frosty air.

But you’re nothing if not persistent. You adjusted your technique, compacting the snow with meticulous care, creating perfectly spherical projectiles of icy death. This time, accuracy reigned supreme. A perfectly formed snowball, a miniature snowball grenade if you will, found its mark, striking Toya squarely in the back, just above his collar. He sputtered, a mixture of indignation and surprise colouring his features, but a smile betrayed his true feelings. The cold sting was quickly forgotten in the escalating hilarity.

It was only then, when he felt the full impact of your icy wrath, that Toya decided to retaliate. The moment you reached the park's sprawling expanse, a perfectly formed snowball hurtled towards you, a declaration of war in frozen form. And so began the battle. A flurry of hastily-made snow shells flew between you, each strike met with a roar of laughter. "Severe wounds, incompatible with life," were inflicted with gleeful abandon. Snow clung to your jackets, your faces were flushed, and the crisp air vibrated with the sound of your mirth.