Well that insult Nida wasn't going to dignify with a verbal response. Instead he backed up a step. Toward the pile of previously formed snowballs Seifer had made. Smirking he grabbed one and let fly once more, this time toward Seifer's chest.
"Come on, surely you can win a snowball fight against a poor little SeeD like me."
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"Come on, surely you can win a snowball fight against a poor little SeeD like me."