World War Winter

Why Condos May Not Work

January 2, 2020. It's truly a boring time just after Christmas and New Years are over. Everyone's already received their gifts and the party which everyone stayed up all night for was now over. Thus during a time as bland as this, the leaders of the Berserkers and the Tycoons would pool their money into a secret project. One which one of the Tycoons leaders would inquire to the Berserkers leader about:

"So tell me herr Claude, hows everything looking? My wonderful servant Melusine did quite well on the metalwork wouldn't you say?"

Claude nodded to the Tycoons question, smiling like he'd just watched a scuffle:

"Quite marvelous, young Licht! I'd almost consider it on par with my own servant Snow's woodwork."

As the two fawned over their servants work they sat in some of the most comfortable chairs money and good servants could buy. The two servants they were talking about standing just nearby, the burly lion Snow and the "human" woman Melusine giving each other side eye glances silently. At least until the girl began a negotiation, eyes shut as to avoid any contact with the lion:

"We can't work like this, kitty. Anything we do now will catch our masters in the crossfire. If we want our work to go off without a hitch, we'll need to raise the drapeau blancs."

Snow looked down at the close eyed Frenchwoman and responded with a strained tone, like a child being patronized by their parent:

"As much as I hate to admit it... you are correct, bombardier. I suppose you are asking for a truce then?"

The maid put her red hood down and attempted to open her eyes and speak to the lion peacefully. However she still couldn't stand to look at him:

"Oui, that is the only way we can finish our work properly. We will not talk to eachother past this point and we will keep 6 feet apart from eachother at all times. Do we have ourselves a deal?"

Snow nodded, at first ready to take down his own hood but quickly decided against it:

"Yes, I can work quite well under such parameters. From this point on we will practically be invisible to eachother."

With that the two began their work, acting like the other wasn't there as they each served their individual masters. The two were finally content and everything seemed to be going well, dancing around eachothers presence and working as efficiently as usual. At least until Melusine felt a cold chill on the back of her head after having given Licht his hot chocolate. She looked behind her with the speed of an entitled mother looking a the store manager, she then saw Snow talking to his ever so dear master. His hands being tucked behind his back as usual:

"Oh... so that's the kind of game he wants to play. Fine by me, kitty."

Melusine then walked over to the back of the tool shed where she couldn't be seen and summoned one member of her wide arsenal, an Uzi. However she unloaded the guns usual bullets and instead chose to fill it with the white fluffy snow on the ground. The sky darkened as she filled the gun, more snow was now falling from the sky. The maid began talking to herself:

"Perfect, more ammo in case I need it."

Melusine soon had filled not just her uzi, but rather all her guns with snow, ready to kill the white lions attempts at 'fun' at all costs. She walked towards the lion and aimed her first gun at him and then, with a steady finger she pulled the trigger at nearly point blank. Hitting Snow on the back of his head, the same spot that Melusine was hit.
The lion looked back at her with a powerful death glare. His green eyes shimmering in what little sunlight there was left:

"So, I believe this is the end of our pact then, lizard."

The two stared at eachother with their artifacts at the ready. Snow with his chakrams and Melusine with her arsenal:

"I humbly request that you run and find cover now, darling master, and you too young man. For now things will get quite... messy."

The two lords in their infinite wisdom chose not to hide in their well built condo but rather run away and begin making a snow fort. However they were out of the way which allowed the two to begin their battle, both of them shouting their war cries at the same time:

"COUNT YOUR DAYS!"

The two soon started pacing around eachother, dancing in a circle as they released flurries of snowballs at eachother, so fast that Claude and Licht could barely keep up with the action. Licht especially found one thing quite odd about this battle:

"What the... is your servant throwing bullets!? There's gunfire on both sides somehow!"

While Licht watched on in fear, Claude was laughing like an egotist at their own jokes. As him and Licht continued to build their shield against the snow bullets Claude explained his butlers capabilities:

"You couldn't tell just from looking at him? My butlers arms are as strong as any of your maids guns! We Berserkers are all about quality over quantity as you can see~"

Licht looked over at the red haired barbarian like he was a beautiful new kind of gun. The two now sitting in a giant snow funnel where they could talk as much as they liked while Snow and Melusine's battle raged on. At least until Melusine recovered from one of Snows mighty throws and tried to aim without the proper aid of her glasses. The ball soon landed on the funnels walls and ricocheted off of them onto Claude's face:

"Herr Claude! Are you ok?"

"Finland!"

Claude screamed in pain before falling unconscious. As the battle raged on, in the trees there was a certain person who could be heard chuckling up a storm. Licht looked up as he saw a colorful hyena recording the events on his smartphone, keeping a stockpile of snowballs nearby:

"Hehehe, this is gonna get so many views."