Leaving the sanctity of the tree, Rey steps out and is immediately hit by the one he's thrown, but it doesn't hurt and she laughs as the snow explodes in her face. She drops down to scoop another, moving sideways with an eye on him as she throws, scoops another ball, and throws again.
"You'll never win this one, not with that aim." She continues scooping and lobbing, but with less accuracy, as she's trying for speed rather than accuracy.
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"You'll never win this one, not with that aim." She continues scooping and lobbing, but with less accuracy, as she's trying for speed rather than accuracy.