Along the Ravine Trail, there was a sound of conflict, of metal against metal, along with the soft crack of what appeared to be muffled gunshots, perhaps with an overall odd sound to them.
As the angel was walking, she would likely see the shape of certain shadow-based figures, dark and moving swiftly from one area to another. As one that seemed to be gray-armored knight
came into view, having apparently charged, a blast of shadow hit it in the back, causing it to be sent careening over the cliff and disappear into tufts of smoke, its pink heart rising into the sky and disappearing. If she followed the path it took upward, she would see that there were three others that were still disappearing. Apparently this fight had been going on for a bit of time.
There was a grunt from a feminine voice, followed by a the figure they are attacking coming into view, having tackled one of her assailants to the ground, knees on its chest. She wore some kind of fantastical armor in dark gray and navy, though if the newly formed angel looked closely, she was not in purely fantasy-based clothes, but rather something retrofitted from a suit more based in science fiction. Aside from her voice, the only way to really see she was a woman was the form of the armor itself, which fitted closely to her body, as there was a hood over her head. On top of a humanoid, shadowy creature,
she punched it once, twice in the face, and with a third, she brought down a strike in the forehead with a fist covered in shadows tinged with red energy. It began to to sink into the ground, and she growled in annoyance, a hearing the whine of a charging weapon and rolling to the side as the blast hit the shadowy creature's still three-dimensional form and caused it to dissipate into smoke, the side of her right arm singed with an incoming blast.
"Enough of this," she muttered, barely audible over another charge, and raised what appeared to be a dark handgun, something out of magic and science both, without standing up. With several pulls of the trigger, it fired off several rounds, then finished off with a blast of of pure darkness tinged in that same red energy, before she rolled to the side and back to her feet, the creature she had been shooting at, a robot of some sort,
coming into view as it collapsed, another heart rising from it.
The finger came off of the trigger as she saw the incoming woman about her own age, and she lowered it to her side, though the stranger kept another weapon, what appeared to be a sword composed of shadow, down at her side, as if ready to attack on a moment's notice. To some, it may have appeared to be a relaxed stance, but to her, it was one trained by her mentor and close friend.
Her entire face was not quite obscured, but at the distance Rikka had, it was also unlikely to be easily visible. What was clear was those eyes, two with faintly glowing red irises, along with the face shadowed within, visible but not quite easy to see without enhanced vision.
A moment's wait, and the combat's survivor took a deep breath, realizing the threat, at least for the moment, was over. Relaxing her grip, the shadow blade seemed to disappear, leaving nothing but a broken knife, which itself was sheathed.