The woman nodded at the explanation.  This was just like her mother, to find an all or nothing trans-dimensional slug fest where the odds were either god like power or eternal servitude.  She shook her head and chuckled a little.  Not that it didn't get her blood pumping, but there was a grim humor in it.<br/><br/>"They don't do anything small, do they?"  She laughed.<br/><br/>As the Reaper turned and challenged her, and with what felt like a for-the-hell-of-it attitude, the woman's face turned into a competitive grin.<br/><br/>"I gladly accept!  I'd be a shame to turn down a Reaper!"  She held out her hand and said simply: "Vusala.  A pleasure to fight with you!"