Ophidia noticed the girl get closer. This was a good sign. It meant Ophidia wouldn't be ambushed by the girl in a moment. "So, my Angel, you're a scythe? That's the kind of weapon I use, ya know.~" She said, looking down at her ice blue scythe. She was used to having the hook on the bottom end, but an actual weapon would provide more freedom than her current piece.