Splash.

Viktor sputtered in the aftermath of Charlotte’s attack.

“That was not funny,” said Viktor, crimson eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, it kinda was,” giggled Charlotte in reply.

“Then I suppose you think this is funny as well?” His hand smacked the surface of the water, sending a torrent in Charlotte’s pretty face.

Charlotte glared at him, looking insanely not scary. In the back of his mind Viktor mourned the fact that he was going to kill her. Ah well, you can’t have it all.

“This means war,” she hissed. They then proceeded to fight like ten year olds. You know, splashing, dunking, shoving. Quite pitiful, actually.

Finally Viktor was on the brink of defeating Charlotte. He had backed her against large rock with no means of escape.

“Do you surrender?” he asked, looking down at Charlotte.

“Never!” she replied, splashing one last wave into Viktor’s face. He grabbed her wrists, holding them out in front of her.

“It seems we have to do this the hard way.”

Then he did something neither of them expected.