Much faster than a guy his size should be able to move, he turns his head up to look at where the snow came from, just looking suspicious-- with all the crashing around he'd been doing, he's dislodged more than a handful of snow on his head a few times, but each time he looks surprised and checks to see where it comes from, not really learning from the repetition. This time, though, he sees a shape in the dull light, and he immediately bares his teeth.

He's figured out that trying to climb up doesn't work very well by now, so instead he slams a fist into the side of the ice, trying to knock either the ice or the other guy down.