Hope and Open
Hope knew she probably looked horrifying. Even if the fog didn't alter her appearance like it had so many. Her own blood dripped from her fingertips, the fog hissing and almost whining as it frizzled away with each drop. A large sigil drawn in the middle of her mostly exposed chest throbbed with angelic energy. Protecting her from the tips of her expanded, exposed, wings, to the edge of her toes.
Her formidable Angel blade hung from her fingers, blood trailing down it's point. Though with all of this she was no where near losing too much. She simply looked ghastly.