Arena was once the Seraphrim of Mercy. The highest ranking angel of mercy. By ripping out all her wings. Which was at least four...very painful yet she had done it...she became impossible to find. It was thought among her kind the devil stole her. She would let them believe whatever the hell they wanted to believe. She was not dead or demonized. She was still angelic even if she was now taking Mercy further into her own hands than it had ever been. She was training in her leather corset top, leather pants that fit like a glove to her body, knee high black leather boots without a heel, and black shades. She looked the total idea of bad ass mercenary.  Who would ever guess this assaliant of death and mercy or no mercy was a healer? Not many but she was. She could heal anything or anyone.<br/><br/>As she is training she hears trouble heading her way. Her blades called Fyre and Ice(see included picture) were out of their shealths and spinning through her hands. SHe moved with the inhuman speed of a vampire or other creature like that and the beauty and grace of an angel. Though all any who attacked in her territory would see...is a merciless assassian. Mercy...had no wings...she made sure of that. She strikes quickly and is moving too quickly for any to see let alone sense. She stopped and faces the head hunter. "You...I told you to hunt in my land was to feel no mercy...you need a lesson in what that means!" she says in a tone that indeed held no mercy. She cuts the air six times in front of the hunter. The blades never touching him yet she put her blades away and the head hunter fell to pieces...literally. She turns and walks to dagger. Licking the blood off of her blades. Spitting it out to the side. "Demonic vampire hunters...never learn..." she mutters. Walking past Dagger. "You coming or staying there for their backup to find you?" she asks with a cold distance.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Specially%20Order%20Items/fireandice.jpg">[ img ]</a>