"Do No-ergh!" Logan had been in mid-sentence, pulling himself up from the the snowbank, ready to offer some wise-ass rebuttal, when the large ball of snow caught him square. He hadn't been expecting it at all though, in hindsight of her first bombing from the air, he should have been.
It left him sprawled flat, sputtering powder and flailing in a stream of profanity. Logan had been prepared to come out throwing, grabbing whatever handfuls of snow he could and just throwing them at her, when his nose suddenly alerted him to something very important.
Carol was rushing at him.
He hadn't been expecting that either. This was supposed to be a snowball fight, didn't that mean they were supposed to keep some kind of distance from each other while they threw snow? Why was she...
The time to think about it was over as Logan flipped forward onto his feet (because he really was more agile than he looked) and readied himself for the charge. If she was going for, what Logan assumed was rubbing his face in a snowbank, well he was going to make her work for every inch of ground between himself and that snow.