[ Unsurprised by Nico's reaction to run, but instead surprised by the quaking of the ground beneath him, Angela triggers the wings on her armor, using them to pull up at the last second before she plummets into the chasm below. Large golden wings, as wide as Angela is tall, pump the air as she coasts down to a safe piece of ground, sword lowered to her side.
She was not expecting that. She is, however, impressed. ]
You must be ready for attacks to come at any moment, from any direction. [ She raises her sword, folding the wings away now that she is on the ground. ]
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She was not expecting that. She is, however, impressed. ]
You must be ready for attacks to come at any moment, from any direction. [ She raises her sword, folding the wings away now that she is on the ground. ]
Come at me.