Lexa is pretty good at this snow war thing. She has a lot of experience: with snow, with wars, with wars in the snow, and even with snow wars. It's been more than a few years since she seriously engaged in this sort of training exercise but she's settled in comfortably, and the sharp edge of her usual wariness has dulled a little. Maybe it's her success thus far making her cocky, maybe it's the shots of schnapps her teammates have been handing out like water, or maybe she's actually, secretly--shock, horror--having fun.

But the result is that even though she was grabbing at the ankles of unsuspecting passers-by herself not an hour ago and should absolutely know better, she is too busy packing a snowball and looking back over her shoulder to pay attention to where she's walking and notice the block of snow that catches her feet and sends her sprawling. She gets her hands beneath her and the landing is pretty soft, but there's still a heavy oof of breath leaving lungs as she goes down.