Uriel was jerked out of his peaceful state as he felt a load of snowballs hitting him. Jumping aside, he resisted the urge to slip a dagger out of his sleeve and throw it at the attacker. He was just about to just turn around and return to the Manor, away from such childish games. Then, however, yet another snowball hit him, the others flying around him making it impossible for him to avoid them all.

For a moment Uriel just stood there, not doing anything. Then, however, with a growing sensation of dread, he felt something rising in his chest. More specifically, a giggle.

Then, the giggle bursted out, and he simply no more cared.

Glancing around, he saw a snow fortress from where the snowballs were seemingly coming from, and a glimpse of red head as his assaulter ducked. Aside from this, he saw a man-shaped creature that was definitely not a human, nor of demonic or angelic stock. A closer inspection brought up signs of Apocalypse, and he immediately could narrow the man's identity to one of only a few options. Add the thin but tidy appearance, and there was only one option -- Famine. Well, he would do just as well.

"Care for an ally?" he shouted at the man, scooping snow from the ground and starting to form a ball between his hands.