"Don't call me that," Chuuya glared at Irina. He hated being called anything that reminded him he was shorter than most males. Worse was he couldn't do anything about it. It was just how he was.
She was even more annoying, but before he could say that, he heard a noise behind him. Rather than give any warning, he quickly dodged several snowballs being aimed his way. Now they were coming for Irina, but he wouldn't be surprised if she dodged them quickly as well.
He didn't know if she did or not. He just rushing towards the snowman, becoming a black and red blur as he destroyed that one too.