He flinched and threw his arm up to keep it out of his face, though bits had scattered and still latched into the small curls on his head.

"You got a good throw for a kid!" Or a ghost, whatever. He knew the same ol' moves weren't going to let him get one over on her, so he looked around for a tree, which, once he found one, he began to run over to it. He needed some kind of cover. She was going to kick his ass at this rate.

Well, even if he had business to attend to, he could throw a few snowballs around, right? And by a few, I mean he was preparing his arsenal behind the tree, you little shit.