Winter arrives outside. She mutates her Angelg armor on as she starts slashing at the air, recovering and parrying invisible opponents.
Humanity must learn through understanding... No longer shall the past hold me. No more shall the shackles of my past sins break me. I will no longer be the scared child that was WA9. That is my past. We learn from the past.
Continuing with swings, the angelic wings of her armor snap and break off, as her armor slowly changes color to a dark blue and black scheme. More bits and pieces of the armor break off, making glass breaking noises.
This is my ultimatum. For the group, for victory, for life. The Dark Lord's throne shall be replaced. No more ascension through force.
Winter's swings becoming increasingly more violent, cutting through the air, making loud swinging noises, as a blood red cape flows down on the backside of Winter's armor.