Mirja lost her serious look for a few moments as the snowball of death closed in and hit the girl. It was not by any means a playful thing, what she had just thrown. The girl had said 'let's see what you've got' and Mirja became caught up in the competition to really impress her with a snowball. But in that competition, she had forgotten about her strength and the damage it could so easily cause. So when she was hit, Mirja made sure to check and make sure she wasn't bleeding, or hadn't broken her neck, or many of the other possibilities.
Fortunately, it was only just snow, and the girl turned out to be considerably more durable than Mirja had initally thought. She always put people's durability on the lower spectrum just to make sure she didn't hurt them, and that she would react well if she did. However, this little girl seemed to have taken the blow pretty well. And so, the serious soul-boring stare from her silver eyes faded and she grinned broadly.
"Bwuhuhuhu! Now you see the might of the Snow-Throwing Wolf. Surrender your sweet stuff and you shall be-" she was cut off by a snowball to the face before she could finish her sentance.
Waiting for the snow to fall off, a highly amused face was what greeted the girl.
"Thou hath the courage to stand against me?! You have courage!" she exclaimed, before pointing her finger at the girl. "Very well! This next shot shall end it once and for all! Resistance is futile! You will be assimilated!" and with that, Mirja vanished for a second, before the massive snowman began to rise, with Mirja beneath it, lifting the bethemoth like a normal man would lift a bag of potatoes. And then, she lept into the air, glorious, like an angel carrying a twenty foot snowball.
"Take this! Hissatsu! Apocalypse Snowball!" Mirja shouted, before throwing the gargantun snowman at the girl who seemed to deny the domain of The Wolf.
Coding Altered From: [The Frost]