Jeanne - The Archangel

Revan's challenging tone brought a light smirk to the Archangel's pursed lips as he spoke for a moment as if he were truly possessed by the darkness that writhed about venomously within him. There was not a trace of fear or doubt in her eyes, after all, she was one of the [i]many[/i] reasons that Lamia still stood atop the ranks of all the Guilds. Knowing this all too well, just like as the Devil himself would, Jeanne lightly shrugged in response. 

[color=662d91]"You know all too well who won in the last Games,"[/color] She began nonchalantly, with a sly wink to accompany it. [color=662d91]"I doubt this year will be any different, I've learned a few new tricks myself. That aside, if you're looking for Anna, I can help in that. Her last known is at Lamia Scale...if you'll follow me."[/color] Turning heel and sliding her arms into the sleeves of her black bolero jacket, the fiery nature of her dress almost seemed to flicker in the sunlight of the afternoon as the winds took breadth of it once she stepped outdoors. 

[color=662d91]"Let's make it a race, shall we Revan?"[/color] Lines of pure light coursed across he from as magic ran vividly through her veins. Gently, like how a butterfly escapes from their cocoon, golden wings of splendor and beauty arced across her back and curled about her as she offered a glance to the demon that stood behind her. [color=662d91]"Loser buys lunch of course, as per the standard."[/color] Her long and slender legs bent then, unhindered by the stiffness and hindering weight of armor, and with the strength that sounded akin to a cannon being shot, the Angel was launched into the sky. 

Spiraling once and enjoying the warmth of the Sun's kiss as she rocketed into the wondrous sapphire sky, the Archangel's wings spread wide to drink upon the very nature of the air, and with a graceful swing of their powerful might, her direction suddenly and sharply changed. In the blink of an eye, she was now traveling in a perpendicular path to how she had started. A falling star arcing across the heavens as she sped back towards Lamia. It made sense after all, she was only supposed to deliver the treats she had made and then depart for another mission. There was no stopping, there was always work to be done, lives to be saved and evil to be vanquished. 

That and she too had questions for Anna. Many in fact, it had been over half a decade since the Guild's mother had been there last. Surely there was much to tell about what had happened, who she had met, and any naturally successful ventures that she might've had.