Michael coughed and spluttered as he suddenly found a large snowball in his mouth. As he was pretty much at his nerves' end as it was, he now felt the last bits of self-control he still somehow possessed slipping away.

Oh, heck. If that was the way Uriel wanted to play. He knew what he was getting at, pissing off the head of Heaven's army. And he would pay for it.

A quick glance around revealed two men with their feet frozen at one spot on the side of the nearby hill. That was obviously Uriel's doing. Waving his hand, Michael thus melted the ice. Anything that worked against Uriel's intentions was fine with him. "What are the sides?" he yelled, starting to form snowballs between his hands. "And whatever they are, I'm not on the same one with him!" he then added, pointing at Uriel.