Glory had been stalking the streets looking for a wayward minion, she'd sent it out for information about the various swords she'd heard were doing the rounds both magical and faith based, and who on the gross streets of LA was wielding them.
She hadn't been out long when she saw a body turn to ash, vampiric ash and a redhead with a wand. A Redheaded witch maybe.
Oh she couldn't not.
Glory strode out onto the street.
"You don't have a bag full of knives do you" she asked tilting her head in amusement "Cause that'll just get tiring"