Ramza, now without the warmth and protection of his cloak, dove behind a row of neatly trimmed bushes. He quickly packed together some snow to form a makeshift arsenal.

"I have faced many duplicitous foes. I may have learned a few tricks along the way," he shot back at Yuffie. There was a time that he would have been offended at being called sneaky; knights won by virtue of their strength, not by underhanded means. But the world was not so black and white as it had been back then, and now he was proud to have been able to catch a ninja off-guard.

He held a snowball at the ready as he peeked his head over the bushes, trying to get her in his line of sight so he could launch his attack.