[i]Jeanne[/i] - [u]The Archangel[/u]

[color=662d91]"Good day to you as well, Revan. Pleasant, is it not?"[/color] Jeanne quipped amusingly as the two caught up with Hana. With the illusion long gone, and the true scale of the desolation in plain view, it was truly a saddening sight to see. What was just as troubling, if not more was the way by which Hana spoke. Even for an S-Rank Magi, it seemed as if she were going to be acting far too reckless for the situation. 

She could sense it, pulsing in the depths beneath the travesty that lay before them. A true monstrosity, a wielder of power beyond her own imagining lay in the deep, simply waiting to be reborn.

Beyond anything, even at the cost of her own life, it must absolutely be stopped. Yet this concern did not display itself upon her complexion in the least, as she glanced to Revan as Hana left in a blur of speed and reckless abandon. With a sigh of resignation, the Angelic Magi looked to the Demonic.

[color=662d91]"Well, it seems as if I'll be indisposed for awhile. Do take care, Revan."[/color] She uttered softly, reaching over as she drifted through the air for second to caress his cheek. With a radiant smile to him, she furled her wings inward to drop towards the earth, only spreading her wings wider yet at the last moment and turning towards the direction by which Hana had sprinted off. Using the speed gained by the fall, she arrived only a few seconds after that of her comrade.

With a gust of wind that announced her arrival, her toes lightly touched the ground first as she arrived and descended slowly. To Hana, she would hear but a singular phrase. [color=662d91]"Fret not dear Hana. I believe we can depend on our other teammates to hold off a little while longer. Let us work together here and expedite this, shall we?"[/color]

Casting her hand to the side, a flash of glistening light signified the creation of several dozen swords of pure white fire to appear in the air. Five dozen of which cast themselves into the sky around Augustine. Two dozen of them stayed with Jeanne. While the towers attempted to collapse but failed in taking so many with them, the swords poured in not moments later and claimed just as many if not more. Hewing many an adversary into two separate halves while righteous judgment rained from the sky. After crippling what little weakened defense might have remained, the blades continually rained divine punishment upon those that would do evil. The numerous vines that had been summoned would easily find themselves suddenly rend asunder by Jeanne's vengeance.

It were almost as if it could sense them, and if it did, it would hunt each monstrosity down with zealotry comparable to the inquisition chasing heretics in the days of old.

For those who served the darkness, no longer was there a place that was safe. There was only death, and it came swiftly.   

Hana then recklessly rushed in, and Jeanne calmly proceeded in behind her. Walking, instead of running. With a maelstrom of holy fire swirling about her. 

Any evil that dared attack herself or Hana would be either cut to ribbons, or promptly turned to ash.