"Who am I?" It wasn't going to happen, at least not yet. Rachel's mind was locked tight and while he was trying to bind her, she was pulling a nearby tree out from it's roots to smack him with.

She met his sneer with one of her own. This fight was going to be nasty one and part of her was glad for it. Killing Stryfe wouldn't help anyone back home, but it sure as hell would make her feel better about a few things. Namely, "Once upon a time, I'm the woman that gave the order for your birth, Stryfe. But we're all family here." She threw the tree. "Call me Rachel."