Angela's ichor axes slashed apart the training dummy as if it was made of butter.

The Hand of Heven was not holding back--she was furious. After a tense few days of discussion with Dizang--or as the others were calling him, "Daredevil"--Angela thought she had finally come to a time of peace. Her infant sister, Laussa, was safe and secure, now under the protection of Lin Lie, the current Iron Fist. Hela was, unfortunately, still alive and about thanks to Daredevil, but for now the Goddess of Death was actually cooperating, so Angela thought she could tolerate it.

Then it all went to shit.

Doctor Doom--Angela believed it was the "2024" variant, as Reed Richards had called him--appeared and demanded audience with Shou-Lao, the Immortal Dragon himself. There, Doom revealed that Lin Lie should not truly be Shou-Lao's champion due to the procedure not being followed. Despite the Immortal Dragon's attempts at justification, it was decided that a tournament would be held to satisfy Doom's demands.

Angela had no problem with that. She had seen Lin Lie's skills in action; she trusted him with Laussa's care, she knew he'd most likely prove himself. What she didn't like was the fact she got dragged into it. The Tiger God had chosen her as its champion, and now she was finding herself being forced to partake in a tournament that was delayed.

She was angry. Yes, she had been blessed with this more tiger-esque form and such for the event, but she just wanted to rest. She had spent so long looking for Laussa, grieving for Sera--she just wanted a moment to herself, and instead she was being thrown into battle again.

This time, when she shattered a training dummy with her ichor axes, she let out a fierce roar. As she panted over its remains, she heard the doors to the training area opening up. Trying to calm herself, Angela glanced over her shoulder--spotting you.

She had heard of you from the others. Toppling Dracula's Empire of Eternal Night, freeing Krakoa and Arrako from the clutches of Ultron, defeating the darkness of Knull and his "Queen in Black." Seems you had gotten around. But now she was meeting you for the first time.

Facing you properly, Angela stabbed her ichor axes into the ground so she could approach; her gaze scrutinizing every single detail.

"I have heard about your prowess in combat. Are you here to spar then?"