A fresh snow

The laughter was the worst part, I could have handled it if it wasn't for the laughter. A shrill almost inhuman    sound it was enough to melt the sturdiest man's courage. They cackled together just out of my sight like hyenas about to make a kill. One moment everything was fine and then out of nowhere they attacked, I made a break for cover but twisted my ankle in the process. Now I sat there my back against a tree my pulse pounding listening and waiting, wondering if I'd ever see my home again. Their laughter faded slowly into silence and I knew they were planning their attack I had to act now or not at all. I was almost certain that their base was at the bottom of a nearby hill were they had dug a little trench through the snow. I gathered my ammunition together, if I could just make a break for that hill before they could mount their attack, I might be able to make a surprise attack of my own. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to ignore the pounding coming from my shattered ankle as I ran towards the hill. Just as I reached the top of the hill I saw the first of my attackers, his eyed widened as he tried call out but it was too late.I let my snowy ball of death loose and it flew expertly into his tiny face. I looked down at the bottom of the hill only to see my enemies looking up with an uncertain look in their eyes. That uncertainty was the only thing I needed I began to rain snow and ice upon them with a fury only nature could understand. I took out three of them with my initial barrage but the last two began to retreat. I easily took out the slower of the two with a well aimed shot but just as I was about to pursue the last of my foes the gods smiled upon me and he tripped on a root hidden by the snow. I stood over him snowball firmly grasped in my hand as he began to sob and beg for mercy, a mercy he would'nt find from me. "You drew first blood, not me!" I said as I raised my arm and with a flick of my wrist put down the last of my would be murderers. There I stood alone surrounded by the unconcious bodies of the six children who had picked the wrong man on the wrong day. I shook my head weary and saddened by yet another senseless war.