[i]Oh well, suppose I can do a bit of further describing for Astra. Her pristine, spotless skin was a pale white, contrasting heavily yet beautifully with her hair, as it was as black as the hour before dawn, when both the sun, and the moon, aren't quite in the sky. She, unlike Irina, looked young too, maybe in the middle of her twenties, yet.. something said that she wasn't quite that. That she was way older. She was brimming with power. Power that fermented over centuries, over millennia, over aeons. She lightly smirked as she flipped her sword over in her hands, and then drove the tip into the ice and the stone below her feet with a hard crack as the ground broke open, followed by a grinding noise as a feet and a half or so of the bloodied blade disappeared into the cracked floor -- enough for the angel to wrap her right arm around the grip, leaning on the guard as she took a slack position. Slowly, Astra tilted her head to the right as her blood red eyes darted up and down Irina's body, looking her over a few times before resting on her eyes. Hmmm.. she wasn't quite used to just talking, but it couldn't be that hard, eh?[/i] "I dealt with a sinner," [i]She merely spoke, her voice soft and crystal clear. It was crisp, too, like a beautiful, endlessly blue ocean.. and yet, light like a mild breeze. All in all, it was a wonderful sound to listen to.[/i]