Ędegard dodged another snowball. "What we need is a snow ball thrower. Something that works really fast. A sling shot for snowballs! Wait here!" Ędegard scurried on all fours back through a tunnel Mellon had almost noticed.
"Fide tibe to leave be all alode to face the hoard!" Mellon shouted. But that wasn't true. The young lasses were all running as fast as two foot deep snow allowed toward the protection of Ędegard's Deep as the orcs and other assorted evil ilk closed in behind. Mellon was glad of the pyramid of snowballs Ędegard had handy. Well, what was left of it anyway. He picked one up in one hand and flung one with the other, and emptied the reserves against the oncoming orcs as one after another of the young lasses jumped in behind him.
"We deed to bake this fort bigger! Sobe of you dig, ad sobe of you bake sdowballs while I hold the edeby at bay!"
Ędegard returned with a stick, forked on one end, with some kind of stretchy material tied between the forks.
"Try this out, Mellon!" Ędegard grinned.
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