A hit's a hit, even if it was completely harmless and more or less glancing. He stoops to scoop up another handful of snow. Barely he managed to avoid the first throw, the second pegging him on the side again. As far as fights go this one could be a lot worse.

His brows furrow, scrunching up that scar of his. Dollet... this guy was on that mission then. Then who..? "You're not the guy who pissed his pants are you?" Look you're really hard to remember Nida it's not his fault.

And yeah he noticed that little subtle jab, which he responds to by chucking a more tightly packed snowball as hard as he can.