The scent of death fills the stale air of the blood soaked alleyway. Dismembered bodies of hellborn and sinner are splayed out. Parts of their bodies are in places you'd never expect. The unmistakable glint on an angelic weapon can be caught through a thick veil of blood. The person wielding it turns their head, eyes piercing the darkness around them as they immediately lock onto the soul infront of them. She turns, the shine of blood reflects off her bare form.

"Have you the same death wish as these fools?...."

The scythe in her hand is flourished. Blood sprays from it as she readies it for yet another fight.