Killing the fue follets was a fun experience for Luna in her werewolf state, thanks to her primal instincts that found joy in pursuing moving things and since they were just beast rank cryptids, their projectiles didn't cause any harm to her. Not only was she an ascended, her werewolf fur was thick and it allowed her to shrug off the attacks.
Uriel, though, was beyond frustrated. As a heavenly rank he wasn't afraid of those weak creatures, but their projectiles could still damage his clothes and even worse, soak them wet. Walking in the marshlands was already uncomfortable enough for him and he wasn't thrilled when those creatures began hurling mud balls at him.
"You look like the swamp monster." Luna chuckled with a gurgling wolfish sound after they finished the last of the fairy-like creatures.
"Swamp monster?" Uriel gulped down a lump of saliva, just as Sam did whenever someone 'raised a flag'.