Jason glanced from Spike to the snowbank and back again, his mouth forming a line.

"Truce?" he suggested, while he inched towards the side. He had mostly lifted himself off the ice, but he was worried that flying himself straight up and removing his weight completely would make the ice crack under Spike and throw him in. "Let's just, um...make for the snow on three, okay? Before it gets any worse." Edging, edging. "One...two..."