Snowdown Tales

Chapter Four—Riven's Snowball Battle

"Alright, the rules are simple: get some snow, make it into a ball, and then you chuck it at those guys over there." Tryndamere shouted as he pointed across the snow covered training grounds. Riven nodded heartily along with the rest of her teammates: Morgana and Tristana.

"Just don't aim at anyone's face." Ashe smiled gently. "Except maybe aim at Sejuani's." The frost archer giggled.

"Uh." Tristana raised her hand, trying to get everyone's attention. Ashe and Tryndamere looked down at the small yordle, "Why is there a snowball fight against Sejuani anyway?"

"Caitlyn is this year's Snowdown organizer and she said if someone picks a fight with another we have to solve it with snowballs." Tryndamere answered.

"So why are you three fighting?" Tristana asked, slightly annoyed.

"Oh, I'm not involved." Ashe chimed in. "My husband and the pig woman got into a little argument over Gragas' last barrel of Graggy Ice—"

"You mean this all over some dirt water?" Morgana growled. The fallen angel shook her head, "Count me out. I'll just watch."

"Same here." Tristana said, following behind Morgana. Ashe and Tryndamere sighed as the watched them leave. The frost archer looked over at Riven, smiling sweetly.

"What about you, Riv?" She asked, tilting her head.

"I'll stay." The exile said as she folded her hands behind her neck. Ashe clapped while she glanced up at her husband.

"We are still outnumbered three to four." Tryndamere groaned as he watched Sejuani rally her team up. Her team of Alistar, Rumble, and Yasuo slowly clapped along with the boar rider's words, looking a bit apathetic. The trio saw Rumble yell something at Sejuani before moving his robot to the sidelines.

"Three on three?" Riven asked.

"No, a three on two." Ashe said while the Minotaur stomped away from Sejuani and Yasuo. Tryndamere laughed as the boar rider left alone with the young samurai. Sejuani turned around, noticing the barbarian's laughter and she raised her fist at him.

"We won." He smirked while he wrapped his arm around his wife.

"Actually…" A loud voice came from behind the trio. They turned around and saw Vi with her knuckles on her hips, "Caitlyn informed me that if there was a numbers disadvantage, I gotta even it out. You get where I'm coming from?"

"But Vi—" The barbarian tried to stop Vi from walking over to Sejuani.

"Pick someone to throw down or forfeit." The enforcer shot back. Tryndamere's fists clenched and his teeth began to grind. Riven swore she saw his eyes spark a flame.

"What are we going to do, my love?" Ashe asked as she grabbed her husband's bicep, trying to calm him down. The frost archer turned to Riven, her eyes full of hope. "Riv, would you do me a favor?"

"Sure." She looked over at Vi chatting with Sejuani, who looked just as heated at Tryndamere. The boar rider got in the enforcer's face but Vi only laughed as she pulled Yasuo along with her back to the trio.

"Soraka has insisted that my husband refrain from fighting during Snowdown or he will pop a vein again. So will you do it?"

"Here is your opponent." Vi said as she shoved the young samurai in front of her, causing him to bump into Riven. Yasuo glared at the exile as he wiped off his chest. "So who is throwing down with Yasuo?"

"Me." Riven spoke up. She looked at the samurai from head to toe, smirking. "Don't worry Tryndamere—you'll be getting that last barrel of Graggy Ice."

"Oh, confident exile." Yasuo scoffed.

"Alright, I gotta say the rules or Cait will give me an earful." Vi started as she stepped between the intense glares of the exile and samurai. "We got the whole training grounds covered in snow so make as many snowballs as you need. First one to land ten snowballs on their opponent is the winner. Hitting your opponent in the face counts as a point for them, so don't do that. And the game begins..."

Tryndamere and Ashe walked back to the sidelines, touching Riven's shoulder as they passed her. Riven glared at Yasuo as he stood there calmly with his hands in his pockets. Yasuo cocked an eyebrow at the exile, causing her teeth to grind.

"Now!"

Riven sat hidden behind a snow-covered rock, breathing heavily. The exile grabbed the white snow and packed it into a ball, placing it down with the others she had made. Riven was freezing—she rubbed her arms to keep herself warm. She counted the wet spots on her jacket from being hit by snowballs.

"Nine." She growled, "One more hit and that jerk wins. I haven't even managed to land even one."

"Come out and let me win, exile!" Shouted Yasuo. Riven could tell he wasn't that far from where she was sitting. She gathered all the snowballs in her arm and ran out to face him.

Yasuo turned around, slightly surprised she actually revealed herself. He smirked as looked down at all the snowballs in her arm and the one in her hand. The samurai dropped his own snowball and put his hands in his pockets.

"Alright, exile. I'll give you a chance. Try and land one of those on me." He taunted. Riven growled and threw the snowball in her hand. Yasuo sidestepped, laughing. "Easy."

Riven growled and tossed another but the samurai jumped backwards. The exile began to chase after him, throwing snowballs. Yasuo laughed as he ran passed the sidelines. Everyone scrambled to get out of Riven's way as she threw the snow mercilessly. Morgana, Tristana, Rumble, Alistar, and Tryndamere got pelted and were knocked unconscious.

"Missed me again!" Yasuo smirked.

"Stop running and fight me, coward!" Riven shouted.

"As you wish." The samurai sighed and scooped up snow as he slid to a halt. He hurled the snowball through the air and smacked Riven in the face. The exile stood stunned, water dripping off the tip of her nose.

"Point for Riven!" Vi shouted from across the field. Yasuo smirked as he gathered more snow.

"Watch it—"

"Point for Riven!"

"Stop—"

"Point for—two points for Riven!" Vi called out. "Three… uh, six…nine! The game is tied! Next snowball wins!"

"Will you cut it out?" Riven growled as she tackled Yasuo down into the snow. Her face was red and cold as she glared down at the samurai, who was still laughing. The exile grabbed a handful of his blue scarf and yanked him close, "What is your problem?"

"I wanted to get a rise out of you. You're sort of cute when you're mad." Yasuo snickered. He reached up and kissed her cheek, causing her to gasp. Riven stared down at him, her face ablaze. The exile let go of his scarf and pinched the tip of her nose.

"Get bent." Riven growled as she smashed a snowball into his chest. She got off of Yasuo and made her way back to the Halls.

"Riven wins!"

I hope everyone enjoyed their Snowdown! I also hope Tryndamere and everyone else will be okay...