[The first stray snowball brought no more than a grimace to Javert's face. He brushed it off and picked up his stride, hacking and shoving his way through the thigh-deep snow.
The second stray snowball gave him a pause. His fingers released from their balled-up fists. He found himself giving a start and peering around for the source of the errant toss.
By the time a third snowball lanced in his direction, he impulsively ducked out of the way.]
So that's how you'll play it! [cried he to no one at all as a fourth snowball sailed over his head. He bounded behind one of the half-height walls and cast a darting glance around the playing field whilst errant snowballs sailed over his head.
Oh, this would not do. This required strategic fortification. This required a battle plan.
Which brings us to the present. Through the crossfire, an incredibly resolute and stern-looking older man climbs his way to one of the prepared fortifications planted atop a sloping hill. It does not take more than a quick survey of the layout for him to determine that the place is in dire need of a good patch-up. To prevent any unpleasant surprises from careening through, of course.
Anyone happening by this odd, tall, dark older man with the flaming spark in his eye would find him bent beneath one of the walls, methodically building it up with hefty ice bricks welded with snow. On occasion, he can be heard muttering to himself,]
They want a battle, well, well, well! It is a war they will get! They were warned...
Ye Old Fort of Sassmastery
The second stray snowball gave him a pause. His fingers released from their balled-up fists. He found himself giving a start and peering around for the source of the errant toss.
By the time a third snowball lanced in his direction, he impulsively ducked out of the way.]
So that's how you'll play it! [cried he to no one at all as a fourth snowball sailed over his head. He bounded behind one of the half-height walls and cast a darting glance around the playing field whilst errant snowballs sailed over his head.
Oh, this would not do. This required strategic fortification. This required a battle plan.
Which brings us to the present. Through the crossfire, an incredibly resolute and stern-looking older man climbs his way to one of the prepared fortifications planted atop a sloping hill. It does not take more than a quick survey of the layout for him to determine that the place is in dire need of a good patch-up. To prevent any unpleasant surprises from careening through, of course.
Anyone happening by this odd, tall, dark older man with the flaming spark in his eye would find him bent beneath one of the walls, methodically building it up with hefty ice bricks welded with snow. On occasion, he can be heard muttering to himself,]
They want a battle, well, well, well! It is a war they will get! They were warned...