"I suppose that's fair, but I don't have any harmless spells to protect me from snowballs." Liar. He has his speed, but he is currently trying to keep that in check to a relatively normal pace. "So, how is having a shield fair to me?" He hums as if in pretend thought as he grabs another snowball. "I guess it could be because--I HAVE THE HIGH GROUNDS!" With a wild, evil cackle he throws the ball of snow right for Eric's shoulder.