Riezen really didn't seem much. 

Just as she whispered under her breath, "Guess not," she disappeared from Chrissel's sight, appeared behind her back and kicked her and Jaxx, sending the two of them flying and crashing into a tree a few feet away from them.

This girl seemed like a perfect example of don't judge a book by its cover.

Riezen pushed her glasses back and shot both of them a cold look as she walked forward. "Now are you willing to go with me peacefully?"

"You're a crazy woman," Chrissel spat, getting up.

Riezen cocked her head to the side. "It's better to die later than suffer now."

Chrissel glared at her, gripping on her blades steadily. "I'd suggest a battle of wits, but I refuse to fight an unarmed opponent."

Jaxx narrowed her eyes and muttered, "Chrissel, you lost it."

The peach-haired teen just shook her head. "I hope you're ready. 'Cause we're about to send this purple ponytail girl down to the Underworld!"

Chrissel took off to the air. Making an acrobatic spin, her blades glinted on the touch of the moonlight. Chrissel inched vertically and aimed at her enemy, pointing the tip of the blades towards her direction.

As Chrissel crashed into her, she thought she had it but missed by a few inches. Riezen ducked and kicked Chrissel by the stomach, sending her flying for the second time. 

Riezen looked at Jaxx and the red-head gulped. "You're fighting back?"

Kling.

Something sharp went flying on Riezen's side and her eyes widened. She looked back, a strand of her hair cut.

"Don't look away from your opponent, you dunce," Chrissel shot daggers at her.

Riezen frowned. "You're still standing? I see why Gad chose you." She looked at the strand of hair cut off in the palm of her hand then back at the teenager. "But you're coming to follow Our Lord."

"I don't follow anyone like a stupid slave," Chrissel shot back. "Albeit, I follow those that know what is just and right."

Chrissel charged.

* * *

"You must carry on the family bloodline's ancient task, musume," a woman's voice whispered in her ear.

Chrissel looked up as her mother stroked the little girl's hair gently. In Chrissel's eyes, her mother was the most gorgeous woman she has ever known. Not just physically, but by attitude too.

Her mother had long curly light brown hair that reached past her shoulders, a pair of dazzling blue eyes, and a really heartwarming smile, it could melt a person's heart in an instant.

Chrissel looked exactly like her mother, with the exception of the eye color.