Gabriel was trying very hard to hold in his laughter. He himself hardly cut a dignified figure anyway, with the soil and red and green paint streaking his clothes, making him look like some sort of personification of Christmas festivities. There was red paint, soil and leaves in his hair too.

"Oof!"

He remembered crashing into a tree, taking Uriel's proffered hand and yanking the other archangel down as well. A taste of my own medicine, he thought wryly, sitting up and brushing some leaves out of his hair.

At least the demon hadn't taken his gun. He got to his feet and took off after Barnaby.