Angela was in the midst of a desperate battle against a horde of enemies, her sword and ichors a blur in the heat of combat. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the clash of weapons as she fought with a fierce determination.

Her powerful movements were fluid and precise, her every strike a testament to her Asgardian strength and skill. As she continued to fight, her focus was unwavering, her every thought narrowed to the next swing of her blades.