"Oh hell," Nida mumbled as he reached for another snowball and... he was out.

"Really, you thought that would be enough pre-made snowballs for a fight?" he asked Seifer. Sure, it left him open to get hit by both of the ones Seifer throws, hitting his chest. Well then, he has to do something...

Best option? Make new ones. More fun option? Nida put a hand to his chest, made an overly dramatic moan of pain, and let himself roll backward over the barricade. Yep. Defeated. Dead. Oh well, he lost.

Seifer could probably use something resembling a victory.