Even War couldn't dodge everything that had been aimed at her through the millennia, including Famine's snowballs. She laughed as she took two to the chest, but stopped as the third hit her neck and began to melt down her coat. She dropped to her knees to shake her coat and shirt out and reload. Reaching for a fresh handful of snow, she spotted a newcomer out of the corner of her eye.

Angels always made wonderful targets.

She jerked her head in Uriel's direction and loosed off a barrage of snowballs at him, crossing every few seconds to fend off Famine.