Uriel laughed, a vaguely insane-ish laugh that would have never passed his lips under usual circumstances. However, the circumstances were anything but usual at the moment. There perhaps was no more jelly-covered Antichrist in the room, but any moment he spent herring-fighting with his brother could not be considered ordinary. No that he minded it, of course.

After a moment of herring-fighting while receiving about as much blows as he handed out -- after all, they were both warriors, and fairly good, too -- he decided that the battle was too small-scale. Therefore, he miracled a couple of herrings more, tossing them at Destruction and the little witch. "Come on, join tha battle!" he exclaimed happily.