"Gah!" Destruction cried as a ball of ice spontaneously leapt at his head. He reflexively brought his arm up and caught it. "Crap!" He yelled. "Ow! Not fair!" Where-upon he proceeded to beat a hasty retreat away from the miniature hailstorm, pausing to shove the ice-ball in his hand down the back of Uriel's robe.

"Hey, War!" He called. "How's it going? You look wet!" He understated with a saucy grin.