[A bush. He'd rather have gotten behind the low wall of the nearby courtyard, but he didn't have the time to cross the distance. He could make a dash for it... but first he makes a pair of snowballs.]
[Then he makes the dash, and as soon as he sees Korra's arm go up, he's ready, answering with a snowball of his own. This time, though, he misses, sailing right by her snowball... and right into her. Well, maybe it didn't miss after all.]
[Maybe he's willing to take the hit if it meant hitting her back, letting her know he's too competitive to just let her go on the offense with impunity.]
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[Then he makes the dash, and as soon as he sees Korra's arm go up, he's ready, answering with a snowball of his own. This time, though, he misses, sailing right by her snowball... and right into her. Well, maybe it didn't miss after all.]
[Maybe he's willing to take the hit if it meant hitting her back, letting her know he's too competitive to just let her go on the offense with impunity.]