[i]Astra's eyes darted downwards to Irina's Rakuyo, watching the weapons, now conjoined, brought together. She had spotted and seen the weapons before, but the binding make interest and curiosity well up within her armoured bosom. From the sword, both crimson red pearls moved to what the Vileblood was donning upon her person.. Simple cloth, and already, the angel understood; the pale woman was clearly meant for dexterity, as opposed to Astraeus, who was currently in her heavy 'mode', as made obvious by her gear.[/i] "I was merely exploring," [i]The angelic lady calmly responded, her own voice being very much soft and gentle to the ears, like silk to the skin, with an undeniably loving, caring, and compassionate tone to it, pairing well with that kind smile on her lips. The symphony of her voice was relaxing and comforting, yet it had something powerful to it, lacing every word like a sneaky undertone, intermixed with a foreign accent, the thing entirely exotic and strange to Irina's ears, while it gave the illusion like Astra was from a different time entirely, used to speaking a strange language.[/i] "But now, I stumbled upon here.. Maiden, you are looking for a duel, are you not?" [i]The angel seemed.. inexperienced with the language she was speaking, her pronunciations all being a little off, but only a little, while her question floated within the air. She held out her right hand, standing a good seven feet away from Irina, as azure blue flames coated the angel's hand, sprouting up from within her clenched fist, as embers and cinders of blue fluttered and floated down to the stone ground, where they died out. The fire climbed up, Astra's grip loosening a little as something filled her hand, round and cylindrical.. Soon enough, Astraeus held a sword within her right hand, the blade curious and interesting. The entire thing was three-and-a-half foot long, the hilt being six inches, the blade being three feet. The cruciform grip was tightly wrapped in blackened leather, a heart-shaped pommel beneath it, a stone grey in colour, with the tip facing down. The blade was as grey as the pommel and guard, like rock as it was engraved with runes and divine litanies of hatred, angelic in origin. Double-edged and straight-bladed, half an inch thick, an inch-and-a-half wide.[/i]