Michael nodded, satisfied with the explanation. "Would you care for another ally, then?" he asked while moving nearer to the two men by the hill, raising an eyebrow in question. "I'm defnitely not going to team with my apparently-not friend there," he pointed towards Uriel, "and I hardly think those two need any more help." At this last statement, he nodded towards War and Destruction. The two certainly could do on their own in a battle.

"...May I ask for your names?" he then asked. He noticed that the man had omitted the names of everybody. Most probably he didn't know them. Well, he could help a bit with that, being very well able to identify both the angels and personifications currently present. "I am called Michael, 'the angel' is Uriel, she's War, and the two remaining men are Famine and Destruction as far as I know."

As yet another person decided to join the battle, he added, "...Though I have absolutely no idea about her name."

Bouncing a snowball on his hand, he asked, "So, what do you say?"