He had already brought a present to give Yuffie for the festival celebrations, and he, perhaps naively, assumed that that would be what she demanded if she won. Ramza did not believe he would win against her, not with her agility. The armor he wore protected him from most attacks, but not from snow, and as light as it all was, it still hindered him from moving at top speed.

But this was not life and death. This was spreading holiday cheer among friends.

He would need to re-arm himself if he was to snow battle, though. He stretched one arm behind his head, then the other, silently unclasping his cloak from his shoulders.

"That sounds fair enough," he agreed. And without waiting for a response, he threw the cloak at her, hoping to distract her long enough for him to dive to the ground and form a snowball weapon to throw.