Alistair cheers as his snowball strikes its target - Anders may have blocked it from its intended target of his face but it was still a hit and still a point in his favour.

"I'm just getting warmed up!" Listen to them both, being very macho and impressive. And not at all childish. More so than two grown men having a snowball fight warrants anyway.

Anders' throw flies true and the snowball passes over Alistair's shelter to smack into his hair and send snow sliding down his back once more. It's no less unpleasant the second time around and he curses and squirms about, clawing at the cold slush trapped underneath his shirt and melting slowly against his skin. Gritting his teeth he drags his attention back to the fight, bracing himself for another attack after letting himself get distracted.