[i]Jeanne[/i] - [u]The Light of Dawn[/u]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gv0cZXN1wBI][u]Deliver Hope[/u][/url]

Yunin's reckoning took but only a split second for the Angelic woman to prepare. Instantaneously, the dual Ashbringers shattered and broke into their two-hundred varying forms and with simply the thought of her conscious mind, they linked together and formed a barrier. Not only for her, but for any Magi who might have been standing nearby. With a calamitous roar, darkness conflicted against light, and light held steadfast. As it always would, she, the vanguard against the dark. 

With the monstrosity of his might, Jeanne did not falter, she did not even shudder or tremble in fear. There was only one thing that needed to be done. 

Here, now, before the demonic energy could finish the drain, she needed to put a stop to this evil at all costs. There was no other option, no other choice in this matter. Raising her own held blade and kissing the flat to the nose of her helm again, she offered a salute to her comrades what could very well likely be one last time. 

Revan's brutal attack from the heavens brought her more time as her eyes fluttered shut and she uttered a command concisely so that everyone that was fighting could hear her as the concussion from the Darkened One's onslaught was absorbed by the barrier of her magic almost easily. 

[color=662d91]"If you do not wish to [i][b]die[/b][/i]. Fall back beyond Niti's barrier. [b]Now[/b]."[/color] Her voice rang out clearly, without even the slightest sign of even subconscious fear. [color=662d91]"Niti. Hold the barrier, [i]no one[/i] walks out alive. Do you understand? Not even I."[/color] Wings of light fluttered then, their wings caressing the wind as it passed through them. Suddenly, the two-hundred plus blades spread outward into a wall, dividing Yunin and the remaining darkened ones away from the Magi of varying guilds. Faster than one could blink an eye, the blades surrounded Yunin and his comrades on all sides, even from above and below. 

Even if an ally tried to step past this burning, searing barrier, even they would be lit painfully aflame. It was then that it seemed almost as if gravity itself had begun to twist towards the angelic woman. Slowly, the armor fell away and seemed to coalesce back within her as the wings too began to dissipate in similar fashion. Clear, radiant eyes of blue cast a glance to the other Mages as she uttered one final order:

[color=662d91]"Did you not hear me the first time you fools? You have ten seconds to be past Niti's barrier. If you can, Niti...reinforce the barrier as much as you can. Run and regroup, or die. Be sure to grab Gwen...and if I don't [i]survive[/i], tell our Master that I am sorry."[/color] There, she stood as the vanguard between the Magi and the dark. The wonderfully golden hue of her hair seeming to shine in wondrous radiance as she stared both Yunin and the Masked man down. Even in the face of overwhelming death and odds, there was a beautiful smile that crossed her lips.

At long last, she was once again serving her purpose. And the very air seemed to ripple and curl about her in golden tendrils of pure light. Each of them crackling as they burned the air, as they protected her from the dark. Here, even against the mightiest of unholy efforts, they would class with fiery judgment, and they would clash in vain. There was no running from this, there was no hiding. 

The instant that her friends and allies were close to being clear from what was coming, the barrier suddenly dropped. The blades were suddenly pulled into a singular point of light that hovered in front of her. So brilliant was it that it shone like a newly born star, so great was its magnitude that the very essence of the world seemed to want to be pulled into it. If anyone could sense it from a distance, it would be nearly equal in monstrosity to Yunin's presence.

With it, she uttered what could very well likely be her final prayer.

[color=662d91]"[i]Et pastores erimus tibi, Domine, pro te. 
     Descéndit de potentia ad pacem tuam, 
          ut velociter mandata exequi. 
             Et fluvius egrediebatur ad te, 
                venient et nos animas turgens erit semper. 
                     Nomeni patri et fili et Spiritus Sancti.   
                        

...Amen[/i]."[/color]

Judgment then came, and it came swiftly. 

With a calamitous cacophony of a roar, the star ruptured outward with outright wrathful fury. From its center came nothing but destruction; there was no sparing of allies or enemies. Pure righteous rage coalesced in blinding light equivalent to the light of a star as the concussive wave ruptured outward from the central point that was Jeanne's form. Stone, flesh, and even unholy bone would be rendered to little more than dust. The masonry that was once Augustine would cease to exist. 

Niti's masterful and thoroughly sound barrier would fluctuate and expand rapidly with this destructive concussive wave until even that too would shatter. Most importantly however, it did the job it needed to do as the major damage was limited to Augustine. The outer edges would still suffer remarkable damage, but it was nothing compared what happened to the core of Augustine. 

The Light, in all its monstrous intensity and beauty faded and was gone. With it's departure, the horror before all that was once Augustine could be seen. It was a flat plain of dust and earth. There was nothing else, the wonderful city that had once been Augustine was now gone. The only contrast being merely the faint glimmer of golden hair in the center that was the burnt, broken, and unconscious form of the Archangel at the epicenter of the blast.

She had served her purpose, having made peace with her maker. She had done what she could to [i]deliver[/i] [i]hope[/i]. 

In her rest, she could only hope, only pray that Yunin and his disgusting ilk suffered the same fate of Augustine. In her dreams they were now gone from the world and the pages of history.