Just before icy judgement was unleashed, Dezel sensed that she'd noticed him, her head turned in his direction. She must have been spiritually resonant to pick up on him. Just his luck. Still, the wind stuck with him, warning him that she was about ready to force him into play whether he liked it or not. Then the air was being broken, parted by a snowball coming his way with an impressive amount of speed.

'I don't.'

Dezel moved, dodging aside just enough to avoid getting nailed in the head, just a few flecks of slush spattering onto him from behind as the snowball struck the wall he'd been leaning against.

'You seem to like it, though...'

The wind picked up, rapidly gaining strength and speed as it turned into a mini tornado, grinding up snow and slush and pulling it in before barreling toward Korra with intent to dump all of it onto her.