SNOWBALL
"You'll never take me alive!" Sato hoisted a snowball, only to get pelted from three different directions.
Momo, Ochako, and Mina sprinted forward, staying low and wearing mottled white snow camo. Into her radio, Momo said, "Alpha Site neutralized. Fortify the site and prepare munitions for the next advance. Over."
"Affirmative," Mina replied. "Over and out."
"Why do we need the radios?" Ochako asked. "We're ten feet away from each other."
"It wouldn't be a snowball fight without radios and air support."
"Air support?" Ochako asked. "You don't mean me, right?"
"Don't be absurd. Alfred, do you read me?"
"Loud and clear, Miss Yaoyorozu."
Momo pointed a laser at another snow fort. "Target sighted. Initiating bombing run."
"Acknowledged. Visual on laser sight. Weapons hot in twelve seconds. Over."
From the other snow fort, Jirou took her jack out of the ground. "Momo's calling in an air strike! Brace!"
Todoroki made a dome of ice overhead. The ice cracked as a giant snowball slammed into it. Shoji and Dark Shadow propped up the loose pieces while Sero taped them into place.
"We're getting hammered!" Sero shouted. "Where's our backup!"
Over the hill, Bakugo and his band of warriors emerged, shirtless and clad in face paint. Bakugo had half his face turned blue. He held two snowballs aloft and cried out, "Freedom!"
Ojiro, Kirishima, Aoyama, and Iida sprinted as artillery fire rained down on them. Meanwhile, Bakugo ran in the opposite direction.
"Bro! Running away from a fight isn't manly!"
"Running away?" Bakugo scoffed. "I'm fighting the real enemy!"
As Bakugo threw, Momo gazed at his target in fear. She shouted, "Bakugo, no!"
The snowball landed. Molten clumps of snow streamed down Izuku's metallic face as his eyes glowed green. He flexed his hands and wiped an errant bit of snow off his chin.
"Snowball fight detected," Izuku said. "Initiating Fimbulwinter Protocol."
Izuku's mouth opened as wide as a snow plow. He strode forward, scooping snow into his prodigious maw, and swallowed.
"Take cover!" Ochako shouted. She and the other girls barely made it behind their snow walls as a torrent of snowballs sailed overhead. The boys, meanwhile, collapsed under an unending barrage.
Momo pulled a briefcase out of her cleavage. She opened it, inputted a code, and turned both keys inside.
"Creati to Big Bird, launch sequence initiated. Fire the Fat Man."
"Miss Yaoyorozu, are you quite sure?"
"Our worst fears are realized. It is our only hope."
"May God have mercy on us all."
Izuku looked up. His arm elongated and thinned out. A single shot rang out, high into the sky.
Momo's radio crackled. "Mayday! Engine's been compromised!"
"Alfred, no!"
"It has been an honor, miss. Live well."
The plane careened towards Izuku. As it hit, a mushroom cloud of snow burst into the sky. Icy winds rocked U.A.'s grounds.
"My god," Ochako said. "It's a nuclear winter."
And out of the swirling snow, a green light emerged. Izuku aimed and said, "Time to chill out."
497
Don't worry, Alfred's fine. He had a parachute.
