[True to his word he spreads his arms and waits for the snow to hit him. Then Dirk disappears and his eye widen some, forgetting that he had the ability to do that. He turns in time to see the ball crumble before it gets much air and he's merely spattered with what little tid bits make it that far.
He's distracted only long enough to stifle a laugh. Then ducks away, stooping to scoop up snow as he runs and pack it tight and fast in his hands. He whips the ball at Dirk.]