Christoph side steps the snowball his armored legs catching each other send the man flat on his face in the snow. He slowly stood up brushing snow off of his armor. “I dodged it… but It seems I would have been better off just taking the hit” He reclasps the straps that lock his swords into their sheathes he scoops a ball of snow into his hands compacting it into a solid sphere of ice. He hurls it towards the top of a tree near Midnight hoping to cause the snow held in its branches to fall on top of the Kelvic.
“you have a point, if either of us were intent on killing each other someone would be dead already.” he eyes the arrow in the log. “you know I may not be an archer but I am a well trained swordsmen, weapons work best when seen as extensions of the body and soul. Not quite sure if it goes the same with bows, but with swords it is true.” The man takes out a cloth from one of the saddlebags of his horse, and uses it to wipe snow from his armor. “if you’d like I could show you the proper use of a sword… if you don’t already know of coarse.” He turns his gaze to Midnight “and if you throw one more snow ball at me I will be forced to pelt thee senselessly with snow”