Jeanne -- [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=yCTnQ-QDAAY]Don't Be Afraid[/url]

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With a maddening laugh he sought to clasp onto her sword-arm, and with just a flicker of will, she denied him. His hand would crash into a wall of swords conjured from their surroundings before one could blink an eye. With ach of them intricately layered with another in invested fashion, she would not allow him, a foul, disgusting creature, to touch her in the very least. With outright fury, Jeanne brought the maelstrom of light to bear on him once more, only to have a portal open suddenly between the two. 

In an instant, the blades stopped. Each of them just a hair from impaling the Devil as they burned with briiant radiance. 

It did not take long for her to find the source of the power, and a situation of even greater detriment. From above came crashing both debris and harried alike, and Jeanne moved into action. The hundreds of blades that had been within millimeters of rending the Devil asunder switched their focus entirely: they tore with terrible vengeance into the Harpies that descended from the heavens. While they made quick work of making a clearing for Jeanne, dozens of the Harpies were cleaved in two, swatted out of the sky as she bent at the knees. Her wings unfurled and spread wide, and she launched herself upward into the heavens.

While many heroes might have struggled with flight, she was just as much at home in the sky as she was on the Earth, and she went to work. A golden streak that cleaved many Harpies with ruthless succession as soon before long, she was at the apex of the tower. There, with a pair of wondrous swords in her hands, the radiant angel waited while her wings cast themselves against the wind in a steady cadence. 

Certainly her haze caught the Devil catching up at last, but she paid no heed to him. His judgment, burtal and swift as it were destined to be, would come later.