[ shifts her stance and drops the statue. it disassembles itself in the air, the different metal segments snapping into place on her body into a half-suit of pink armor, the sweater sleeves muffling the sound of the chains spiraling down her forearms as she curls her right hand in her left palm and cracks her knuckles through the gauntlets ]

This is the Andromeda cloth, my heart and soul.

Which makes me the Saint of Athena, Andromeda Sophie. But these days I'll answer to "Breeze," too, if you're more into that kinda thing~