He planned his assault carefully. He had learned from previous campaigns the strengths and weaknesses of his enemy. His foe wasn't used to this terrain, out on the plains with no trees to hide in. His enemy too easily exposed himself to attack out here in the open. He grinned. He would have the advantage here.
He hefted his weapon. There was no way to end this amicably. His enemy would never surrender. They both felt a righteous duty to defend the honor of their people.
Elfwine leapt from behind the snow drift and lobbed his snowball at Elboron's head.