Uriel rolled aside, his battle instincts from a few millennia's practice starting to work. Throwing a snowball at War's direction, he then smirked at Famine's direction. "Unfair, yes, it is," he said smoothly. "And, as an angel, I cannot accept unfairness, now can I?"

With this said, he took a closer glance at the snow fortress. It was indeed well built, steady, and all in all a good snow fortress. However, it had the weakness that all snow fortresses had.

To be exact, it was made of snow. And fire melted snow.

Uriel may not have been the angel of fire -- that was Michael's job -- but he was indeed named the Flame of God, and a hand holding a flame was his symbol. So, it was about the time to live true to his name.

Taking another handfull of snow, Uriel formed into a snowball. At first, it was just usual, but it turned into a very special snowball the moment he threw it. It flew through the air, not even aimed at War but instead at her fortress -- to be exact, at the base of the wall.

And it was on fire.