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

Roaring with the ferocity of her conviction, the flames she controlled washed over the two in an overwhelming wave of righteous punishment. Yet then they stopped, as a softened rain trickled in down to the darkened pit that she had brought to light. Her eyes narrowed, as swords the twenty four blades she controlled about her flickered and rotated. Extending her sense to see where the source of this rain might have come from, Jeanne did not have to search far. 

It was right behind her.

Slowly she turned as two blades spiraled through the air and struck a final blow to the callously wicked Renji and Lu alike; digging hilt-deep through their sternums before returning to their position. It was simple, there would be no reprieve for those who wrought the suffering of others, even if they descended into crippling old age. There be no absolute relief from her in the least. Yet as her eyes settled upon Yunin, and recognized him for [i]what[/i] he was, most would expect her to falter, for her courage to fail. Instead, the state her form contrasted even more sharply against his rainfall, as even her footsteps caused this darkened rain to boil and evaporate immediately around her. She was the beacon of light against his darkness, as it were. 

Yet there was still something that was direly important. There were others still here, they needed to escape. As quickly as possible no less.

[color=662d91]"Everyone here, evacuate the city. I will hold him off so that you can regroup."[/color] She spoke solemnly, with little more than resolution for her future actions echoing in her voice. Even if she failed to walk away from this, her sacrifice would buy time so that the Guilds could steadfastly take on this being with the strength required to eliminate him. 

Jeanne took a step forward towards the ominous being, and raised her sword so that while it pointed skyward, the flat of the blade kissed the forehead of her plated ivory helm. It was a salute to this opponent, as silly as the noble thought of honor in likely what was to be a fight to the death was. And then behind her, something changed about her form entirely.

And it all began with a prayer.

[color=662d91]"Pater noster, qui es in caelis."[/color]

The luminescent wings upon her back fluctuated while her gaze did not fade from Yunin in the least. Slowly, as if they had descended into a liquid state, the two melted into four. The very heat in the air around her intensely grew even further, redoubling the paramount of strength that she had already been known to remarkably possess. Slowly for a moment, the four wings grew into an even more beautiful state that rippled with the fair breeze.

[color=662d91]"sanctificetur nomen tuum."[/color]

     [color=662d91]"Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua,"[/color]

[i]The Ashbringer[/i] was cast to her side then as the air continued to further gain and intensify in terms of warmth. The rain itself no longer reaching the ground in her vicinity, the dark was failing against the light. Like the torches of those who sought out evil to vanquish it, around her they began to appear swiftly. Well over the eighty swords she was known to control, over two hundred of them now rotated in an orbit about her through the air. 

[color=662d91]"sicut in caelo et in terra."[/color]

     [color=662d91]"Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie,"[/color]

Instantly after all of them were summoned, her free hand extended outward. Converging into that hand, one hundred blades converged into a singular point, and forty more into the existing Ashbringer. Two of them she now wielded. Two blades being the combined efforts of one-hundred in the malevolent destruction that she was knowingly capable of. All the while, forty swords then continued to rotate in their flickering might about Jeanne, while even the sapphire eyes she once held seemed aglow with gentle, resolute light within the abysmal eyelets of black that was her helm. 

[color=662d91]"et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut"[/color]

     [color=662d91]"et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris."[/color]

Faster than most could blink, as even her own speed and agility had been doubled, Jeanne swept her blade across the horizon towards Yunin. A high pitched whine whistled through the air as the monstrosity of her magic could finally be revealed. Pure light ruptured forward then, no longer was it flames, no longer was it a simple, meager fire. Pure, unadulterated Light Magic now ruptured the very air and earth as it consumed absolutely everything in outright destruction. Silhouetting even the Saintly looking warrior in its blinding effects. Stone, Steel, Flesh, and Bone, it mattered not. All who would dare to stand in its path would cease to be. Purify all that was dark and dared to stand against her, it would. 

[color=662d91]"Et ne nos inducas in tentationem,"[/color]

     [color=662d91]"sed libera nos a malo."[/color]

          [color=662d91]"Amen."[/color]

Yet Jeanne was no fool, she knew Evil still existed in the mealstrom of divinity that she had created. Easily, her wings lifted her feet softly off the earth, and she charged knowingly into the light. Wherever darkness was, she could sense it. Wherever darkness may hide, she would hunt it down. Yunin was no different. Upon finding the monstrosity that was the Dark, she sought to bring both of her blades down upon him like an avenging angel. 

She would not offer any reprieve.