Spar Twenty-Four: Cold Memories
Summary: Snow, snow and…more snow.
Theme for improvement: …How well can I write at 1:00 in the morning? No, I didn't stop.
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Ike's first waking sensation was that of someone kicking him in the face.
"Wake up, boss. Spar time!"
Ike groaned as he got up, only to look outside the window to see a roaring blizzard. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me, Mia. That's not happening."
"Why not?" She asked, puzzled. "You did okay in the mountains that one time."
Ike lifted three fingers.
"One: We were indoors for most of that. Two: I was in cold weather gear that I gave back to the army after I left command. Three: It may have been cold, but it wasn't a blizzard."
"We need to train in case we-"
"No bandit in their right minds would even THINK about trying to raid villages during weather like this."
There was a brief pause.
"…bandits have right minds?"
Ike sighed and hoisted himself out of bed. "Alright, fine. I'll be out in a second."
"YES!"
She bounded outside. Ike groaned and struggled into his cloak before grabbing Ettard from the closet, and stormed outside, wading through a metric ton of snow.
Eventually, he reached the vague orange and purple blob he could make out from the blizzard.
"You're wearing THAT? Aren't you…well…cold?"
"A bit." Mia said cheerfully. "I'll be fine."
Ike's mouth opened and closed a few more times until he finally gave up and pulled Ettard into a ready position. "Fine. Let's go."