The marquis's eyes widened as the robed man's wings unfurled, and he gave ground a step before catching himself. An angel, then?

A slight twist of fear, which he sought to ignore. After all, the battle was already begun. And, in the context of a snowball fight, this angel was not a real threat, surely? Not to mention, he reminded himself, the rules placed on the Manor by the Antichrist himself.

So he turned to Wednesday, and grinned a little, and said, "I believe they're trying for the hill! Shall we stop them?" He began pelting the angel's thin ally, then, in an attempt to down him before his reinforcements arrived.