Uriel would have cried out, had he been able to do so. However, being face down in snow, his mouth full of the said cold, white substance, he couldn't do that. It was really fortunate that he didn't have to breathe, or he might have had some trouble -- especially as there was a rather well-built personification of destruction lying on top of him, preventing him from getting up. All he could do was lie there and hope to get up soon -- well, that and do everything he could to get a well-placed kick through to his assaulter.

Now, this was definitely not fair. War and Destruction were letting the two newcomers get to the hill with no resistance at all!

Somehow he managed to struggle one of his daggers out of his sleeve and into his hand. With a thought he made it radiate enough warmth to start rapidly melting the snow bank around him. Well, rather vaporize -- he wasn't keen on getting any more wet than he was already, so the snow decided to skip one step of the process and go straight into mist. Uriel himself was invulnerable to the warmth. However, unless Destruction shared this ability, he was sure to get rather uncomfortable soon. All the better, that -- maybe he'd even let go.