Jeanne --
The Wrath of God@Override@Afro Samurai@thewizardguyWith a deafening roar, a power far beyond her own finally played their hand into the conflict. With a demand that the church be restored, Jeanne smirked lightly within the darkness of her silhouette. Judgment and justice alike had come in close iterations, and left the one who dared to violate a house of God in the street, literally. Even still, she kept a vigilant eye from the woman from on high, with her wings of light casting a radiant glare.
Yet there was another voice, one whose crack of a whip was far greater than the sound of the church's rooftop being removed. Jeanne skin paled to a sheet of white, if there was one person she truly feared, it was that one.
Her gaze sharply turned to see the Mother Superior of the church marching down the drenched aisle, demanding that she return to the ground, and even using her real name before everyone present. Inward her wings folded, and she came plummeting back to the Earth to offer her gravest apologies to the elderly woman. Once her feet touched the Earth however, there was yet another sudden change to the field of conflict.
The Devil attacked the Mother Superior and then fled.
Immediately the first issue was addressed as Jeanne bolted to the elderly woman's side and caught her falling form gently. With a gaze that bespoke of her wrathful intention, she looked up to Terrell after a quick study of the woman.
"She is going to be fine, Terrell. Please help her into the back of the church. I shall return shortly with some medicine after I handle the Devil."There were many lines in Jeanne's mind that when crossed, she would react civilly. Attack her, or attack her church even, by all means, do so. Even with her home crumbling she would react with a tempered hand. But attack the helpless elderly woman who lovingly raised her after her mother passed within the walls of the church she called her home? There was no saving anyone from her then. Absolutely none.
Her legs coiled as she gathered her strength, her wings of light unfurled once more as they reverberated with a sheet volume of power. The light within them grew until they rivaled the brightness of a star, and with a monstrous degree of power, the Archangel charged towards the brick wall that Guilt had used to bar the entrance. While she rushed forward, lines of light surrounded her form until they took the shape of armor.
Pure, radiant armor made of light that truly defined her as amongst the heavenly figures of old.
With a crash, the Archangel exploded through the wall, and down the street in pursuit of the Red Devil.
She moved at monstrous speeds now, as she was protected by the armor from the friction of air. So monstrous in fact that the air ruptured with a deafening sonic boom that rattled the countless windows of Epic City Another rebounded off the skyscrapers as she accelerated even further, and in a flash of light she appeared before the Devil. Unlike the situation with Guilt, he would not be spared by subtlety. There would be swords of light that instantly appeared around them. A pair of them appeared in her grasp, each of them long, flickering, and burning with vengeful intention.
Around him were thousands upon thousands of swords. Their radiance blinding out their surroundings and letting him only see the vision of heavenly light in front of him. A blade was raised so that her the tip was pointed towards him. And she spoke with a voice that was a sharp contrast to what it had been before. It was no longer beautifully melancholic, it held a wrathful resonating tone which deafened out even the roar of traffic of the City. Around them, everyone had stopped, people got out of their cars and fled, even epics would flee. After all, the Wrath of the Archangel was something only few had seen, but many knew about.
As luminescence traced in wisps through the air, her voice found him.
"You attacked the Mother Superior. A woman who helped raise me After my mother passed away. Kneel and beg forgiveness for your sins. NOW." There would be a flicker, and dozens of the blades closed in around him, only to have their piercing edge stop just barely a millimeters from his skin. Her degree of mastery and control was so great that she held incredible precision, thanks to the teachings of The Clairvoyant.
"It is by her teachings that I do not just kill you, so kneel, and repent. And I will see that you are taken to the authorities alive and in one piece.
Kirah