Someone can sure run. He's a little impressed by how quickly Anders legs it out of there. Plenty of practice he'd guess. But a little more won't go astray.

Even if his threats don't warrant anything more than laughter in response. But he's going to take that as an agreement that anything but regular old snowballs is now forbidden. No magic, no Templar-ing. Which is fine by him. Anders only got close to beating him last time because he used magic. Without it he's got no chance!

"Maybe not but I'd do this!" Bouncing back to his feet Alistair winds up for a proper throw this time and sends a snowball arcing towards where Anders stands.

He's betting he can throw way further than the mage. If he keeps his distance he might be able to pelt Anders relatively safely. At least until he gets bored and charges him again. So maybe a couple of minutes.