Ares sighed and scratched her head through the hood. "Really? I hate having to fight in the church. The pope hates it when the church is even slightly destroyed, and no doubt a battle would only increase the damage you caused." She pulled her daggers from their scabbards. "But if you won't leave otherwise, I guess I have no choice. To think I just came back from a war, too." She slowly walked towards Valentine. "Could I know your name? I'd hate to give you a gravestone without a name, because that's just plain boring. I mean, who wouldn't want to know who's buried under the ground?" She tilted her head, lifting her hood just enough to show a sadistic smile.