Ashtell jumped out of the way of the angel, a fireball already glowing in her hands. He asked her name. An angel asked her name. She flung the fireball past his head, just close enough to burn. Her fingers glowed with electricity and fire, as she gripped her scythe harder. Her head tilted to the side as she addressed him, her eyes taking in every detail of her enemy, her next victim. "I am Ashtell...but what I do I apparent...if you haven't picked up already then I doubt you will Dante" she hissed, smiling near the end as she lunged, her scythe glowing and sparking in her hands.