Henry saw the snowball coming at him through the camera's view finder. He barely had enough time to yank his camera over his head before the snowball connected with his chest with a soft piff. Light, but frigid, snow flakes blew up into Henry's face, tickling his nose and eyes.
"Hey!" Henry shouted at the pair of eyes peering at him from behind the barricade. "What are you-" ACHOO!!. Sniffle. "Ugh." Henry shook his head and wiped the underside of his nose with the back of his hands (still without gloves, seriously), and muttered, "Jesus, what the hell?" At least it wasn't a basketball to the face this time.
He cleared his throat and tried again: "Hey! You! What are you doing?"