[He had a lot more to lose than being hit with a couple snow balls, and he'll gladly let her have that ammo and that direct hit while he scoops up a snowball of his own and skips backwards, finally getting himself space enough to maneuver around. Unfortunately, as sympathetic as he is to having a special bit of clothing you want to protect, her coat is the biggest, nicest target. The other options were her face or her legs, not as shielded from the cold. Cliff takes careful aim without coming to a stop, and after his throw, he's quick to find something he can use as a shield. I feel like he shouldn't find anything because I can't think of something that would reasonably just be around in a city like Havenwell, even after adapting to human inhabitants, but who knows. Maybe my imagination just sucks and Cliff has found a way to protect himself.]
That's your fault for not negotiating that part earlier!
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That's your fault for not negotiating that part earlier!