<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/1Seiyuri.jpg)</div>Angela Winders grew up the daughter of Miles Winders, the authority on stage and video combat. As his daughter, he used her and her brother for choreography and staging checks, she learned the different combat styles she needed to help him. She truly enjoyed the sword and axe style warfare over the knife fights of the more modern era flicks but she learned how to fight with every weapon she could find. Understanding that skill and mastery are too different ends of the spectrum, she sought to master movement, to understand how her body worked with whatever extension of her body she could find, this would make her scenes more believable, and help her excede her father’s reputation.<br/><br/>One evening, heading home from rehearsals, she visited the cathedral. Kneeling before the crucified Christ, she heard a scuffle, the shuffle of feet and the sound of something heavy colliding with someone’s stomach. She knew that “Ooomph,” even through a curtained barrier. Standing, she slid beneath the statue of the archangel Michael. As the thieves come from the back, several pieces of silver, and the rosary from the priest dripping from their hands. They thumb their noses at the hanging monarch and one even threw a hymnal through the window beside it. The sound drew the group to the confessional and they attacked and kicked a priest coming from the confessional to the ground and begin to beat him and the devout exiting the penitent.<br/><br/>As the rising moon shone through the shattered stained glass window Angela shrank from the light, it would expose her. But the cries of the injured, the innocent drew her to take strength from the light and the angel she knelt before. With a quick prayer for guidance, she rose to her full height in the moonbeam. Angela leaped to the top of the pew, racing along it, almost falling to the seats and ground when she noticed she bore a pair of short swords of blazing moonlight. As she wobbled though she tore the seat behind her with the blade, showing though as they were almost weightless, they are substantial enough to slice. She had work to do.<br/><br/>Five in all, two wielded chains, of the others, two had pipes and one had a baseball bat. She thought that if they were just leaving she could let them go, but they attacked innocents. She leaped over the mob as they kicked at the victims, landing among them, her sword neatly severing one of the chains between the ganger’s hands.<br/><br/>She noticed a tattoo, common to all of the gang, but that would be later she would need to deal with. For now, she stepped between the five and their quarry. Faced with true opposition she did not allow their hesitance to go unrewarded. Using the flat of the blade she disarmed both of the chain wielders and tripped up the bat wielding man before they realized she had swords. They broke and ran. She let them go.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/281/281190-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div>Rising from her combat stance she noticed that her street clothes were gone, and she stood taller than she should. Her boots rang as steel as she took a step and out of the corner of her eye she noticed that four additional moonlight swords hung suspended in the air about her. Her hands were sheathed in warm gauntlets, her feet and legs in greaves of moonlight as well, a breastplate that suspended a heavy chest and was that a moonlight weave bikini? Noticing this, she wrapped herself in white feathery wings of an angel.<br/><br/>She froze. She looked across to where her clothes lay in shreds beneath the Archangel Michael, his sword shining with the same moonlight gleam. Not knowing what she must look like, but not wishing to cause fear within the priests and penitents of the congregation, she lowered her head to the King of Kings and with the reverence of a burial ceremony gathered the rent cloth that had been her clothes, retrieved her backpack and paced out the door into the street beyond, the swords following in graceful attendance.<br/>