[Jack turns his head so the snowball only hits his hair, but he's already laughing as he shakes the pieces free. He points at Blake with the end of his staff, the wind and snow already picking up again to make a proper storm, complete with plenty of drifts for ammunition.]
Consider that your one free shot.
Come on, wind!
[The wind picks him up and he disappears past the top of Blake's house. If Blake goes back inside, that'll be the end of it, but otherwise... well, he might want to keep an eye out. Jack doesn't really play fair.]
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Consider that your one free shot.
Come on, wind!
[The wind picks him up and he disappears past the top of Blake's house. If Blake goes back inside, that'll be the end of it, but otherwise... well, he might want to keep an eye out. Jack doesn't really play fair.]