KINGSLAYER | o, wt + water balloon fight

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border: 0%;width:60%;text-align:justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13.5px;"]"Ehhhhh ..." The white serval was left facing the scene of water balloons with a fractured look. Parted lips, eyes widened with concern, and brows uplifted in anticipation. A water balloon fight? It couldn't mean well for him, not with this lot of folks. The group of people that inhabited this place made him worry for his well-being on normal occasions, what with fighting during meetings, getting trapped inside their own homes. But to be in a scenario that was already set to chaotic? He knew he should be playing defense for this one, trying to take initiative would only just get him burned. Or wet, rather. "Righhht ... adieu!" And he was off, ducking and sprinting for the cover of the rocks and caves ahead of him.

Swiftly, carefully, he prowled along the wall of the cavern he hopped down into, peering up at a ledge that trickled in light in an exit above. He could pocket his way in to the corner of the ledge, to get a good view of either side of him, to make sure he wasn't going to get attacked. So he leaped upwards, grasping for the edge of the surface above. And as he lifted himself up, he was sprayed with a blast of water. It seemed as if Feliks had really gotten water balloons everywhere, as Isidore had just gotten himself with one that was hidden on the ledge. Coughing back up the water, he pulled himself all the way up with a grunt. He was losing already- to himself. Mismatched eyes secure the opening of the cave above him, knowing that someone could walk right over and get him from above. So he nestled himself under the awning of the earth, keeping a watchful eye all around himself, simultaneously picking off ribbons of the water balloon from his pelt.