Daryl is used to fighting his brother, a man significantly larger and heavier than him. He's grabbed, and he grabs back, giving Duv a shove away. Normally, if he had his strength, that could do some damage. At the moment, it feels like playing baseball with a bat made of wet paper. His attempts to bat Duv away are useless and limp.

"Shit," he grumbles, and tries to dig his heels into the snow. "Asshole."