Kazuya was zipping about quickly, wanting to finish first in this little game. He quickly had a large snowball for the base, and left it alone as he hurriedly scraped numbing fingers through the snow to build another one. Argh, the heat from Belial's internal fires were making the snow melt quickly against his palms.

"Stupid demon," he grumbled to himself, hurriedly pushing the snowball before he made it melt too much, the fabric of his trousers and sleeves thoroughly wet from all the kicked up snow.