[Garrus sees the snowball coming out of his peripherals, but he doesn't have enough time to move out of the way, so he just turns his head away and allows the snow to crash against his head spikes, flinching at the sudden coldness that trickles down his plateless neck.
Well, this is going nowhere fast, so he has to retaliate, right? Can't be hard to make a snowball, right? Except turian hands aren't exactly built for scooping so it takes a few attempts and some muttered curses before he manages to make a passable snowball. He peeks around the corner and spots his target before stepping out a little to chuck it, retreating back to cover immediately afterwards, choosing to listen to find out if he landed a hit while he tries to make a new one.]
poor tri-fingered turian
Well, this is going nowhere fast, so he has to retaliate, right? Can't be hard to make a snowball, right? Except turian hands aren't exactly built for scooping so it takes a few attempts and some muttered curses before he manages to make a passable snowball. He peeks around the corner and spots his target before stepping out a little to chuck it, retreating back to cover immediately afterwards, choosing to listen to find out if he landed a hit while he tries to make a new one.]