[ Angela's sudden disappearance may seem like magic, but it is merely her inhuman speed. By the time her target arrives at the appointed battle ground, Angela is pacing, her mind warring between rationality and the lingering enchantment from the music which had enraged her. The majority of her mind continues to tell her that she is at threat, but doubt is seeping in through the cracks. ]

I doubt you will. But you must pay for your transgressions. [ Just in case her opponent doesn't realize what those transgressions are, Angela will clarify. ]

To taunt me, with the song my beloved sang to me before she died... What cruelty!