He gets the snow out of his eyes just in time to receive the gift of another snowball right to the face, which sends him reeling back a few paces. It's a lot less fun being on the receiving end of snowballs to the face.

"The hell do you know?" He spits back, quick to duck down and pack up a new snowball himself. He's not about to go down without a fight here, and if Nida wants to make it a snow fight then so be it. Potentially better than a fist fight without any Cure magic floating around. "Workin' with idiots who wouldn't know their asses from a hole in the ground."

Frankly he thought he did fairly well all things considered, Galbadian soldiers were morons. Never mind that he's pretty glad he lost, pointing that out right now would hardly be conducive to winning the argument.