Angela had led her team out to battle with damn near the kind of enthusiasm a child has rushing downstairs for his gifts on Christmas morning. She actually had a smile(!) on her face as she brandished her broadsword, slicing down enemy after enemy almost effortlessly. She didn't even look like she was trying, to be honest. That's how little of a fight they were giving her. She kept giving occasional glances over to where Shepard was doing battle, as though continually making sure the woman was safe.