Daredevil tier snowballs

He held up his right fist, twisting his fingers to reveal the snowball he'd saved in his palm. It had not melted there; he'd squeezed it into a lumpy block of ice. He had his eyes on jasper, but I saw the direction of his thoughts. So did Alice, of course. When he hurled the ice chunk at her, she flicked it away with a casual flutter of her fingers. The ice richocheted across the length of the cafeteria, too fast to be visible to human eyes, and shattered with a sharp crack against the brick wall. The brick cracked, too.