Now, in order to keep his shield close in, Eric had made it a cylinder instead of a sphere, wrapping himself in a wall of force. But he hadn't considered the possibility of death from above. So when Vash dumps the snow straight down on him, he scores a direct hit. Eric sputters, collapsing dramatically into a snow drift and looking up at his attacker.

"You know, I'd pretend to be mad or something, but I think I actually deserved that one."