[Speed, and the way most people are disoriented by trying to keep track of him.
So he does not expect at all the snow that goes just past his face as he comes out of warp, brushing close enough to blow the hair over his face around.
His turn to be disoriented, it seems. But he gets his footing fast, a whirl of coat to look at the origin of the snowball.]
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So he does not expect at all the snow that goes just past his face as he comes out of warp, brushing close enough to blow the hair over his face around.
His turn to be disoriented, it seems. But he gets his footing fast, a whirl of coat to look at the origin of the snowball.]
... That was more than a lucky shot, was it not?