"A fight..." He couldn't help but notice the fact that there is only snow. That wasn't exactly a weapon and it simply confused him a tiny bit.

"I don't think one can fight when they have no..." he didn't have time to finish his sentence when the snowball once again hit him, this time square in the face. He was some what grateful he was very use to snow otherwise that would have been very cold for him.

Using his hand to wipe the snow away from his face he looked up at the masked person. "That isn't exactly a fight you know. Your just throwing snow."