"Ahhhh"
Out in the snow, two figures ran across the front yard of a small cabin trying to dodge a slow-moving individual.
"Hold on brother, I'm coming." Behind the individual, Roddy, Enzo's younger brother, pulled a finely sharpened wooden sword from the ground and launched himself at Raven.
"You guys don't learn, huh?" Raven noticed this through the corner of her eye and sneered. Reaching forward as if space distorted, she appeared beside Roddy and grabbed the wooden knife, effectively raising him into the air.
"You're taking that bath whether you like it or not," Raven spoke sternly, driving Roddy into the snowy floor.
The Northern Isles were incredibly cold, and the kids weren't used to it. So taking a bath had been a problem for the longest time. Enzo's mother tried over and over again, but these little demons were annoyingly unagreeable.
"Hehe, she's feisty," Enzo's mother commented in a tempered tone as she watched Raven and the kids struggle in the front yard.
