[Kyp]

Michale was punched hard enough to make him spin, his face landing in a snow drift.
Michael shook his head and folded his arms. "That snow should cool you off loverboy."
Michale's head shot up, a mound of snow still on his head and nose. "WHAT?!?!?!"
Michael only smiled, turned and followed the others, leaving Michale to scramble to try and keep up.