[color=bc8dbf][i]Jeanne[/i][/color] - [u]A [i][color=9e0039]Ghastly[/color][/i] Flicker[/u]

[i]-Prior Events-[/i]

Silently, the Archangel observed the silent Sage skeptically as he turned to stare ominously at her for a few seconds. Guardedly, the Paragon stood in silence, a breeze caused the wings of brilliant gold she possessed to flitter ever slightly in the wind as for a second the two simply stared. [i]Wrathfulness[/i] had filled the air, threatening to overwhelm her unending [i]temperance[/i] as he then moved with a savage roar towards her as he drew a duet of blades and charged the Archangel with undue aggression.

His sword came down and clashed with one of her own in a flash of light. 

Having perceived him as an ally at first, Jeanne's blades of white fire were summoned at the last possible moment to parry aside the oncoming strike. Gracefully, she swiveled about him with the prowess that countless hours of practice methodically provided, and in a smooth transference of motion her own blade arced around with the parry that struck Sage's unwarranted attack aside. 

It would come to a calm stop just millimeters away from the space between his eyes. There it would remain. The lawful temperance of Jeanne's magic acting as a direct wall against the insane madness that was the Berserker's surge. Yet even then, the Archangel would not strike down her apparent opposite while she held him at her mercy. Around him  flickered the fickle flame of dozens of righteous fiery blades, each with their pointed edge aimed for his heart, yet she was still.

A dark portal consumed him then and he disappeared, though she had the opportunity, the Archangel did not follow.

The incident would be reported to the Guildmaster. He would be the one to decide punishment, not Jeanne.

[hr]

The passing four weeks had been little more than a constant vigil of her patience in waiting for Sage to return from whence he came. Inside Leon's office she would be waiting for him to enter with her arms folded behind her back and her fingertips intertwined just lightly. Though any would have expected for her to be tensed and ready for war, she was in fact rather relaxed.

Once he entered Leon's office, an heavy silence hung over the three until at last Jeanne spoke first.

[color=bc8dbf]"You're lucky,"[/color] She began quietly, looking downward upon the boy. [color=bc8dbf]"I did not tell anyone other than our Master that you tried to strike me down in Valdosta. Their mistrust in you is well placed, but not well placed enough as a result; I do suggest that you begin to tread lightly for the coming months."[/color]   

Yet her final question lead to a severely narrowed focus of her eyes upon him, behind her back her fingertips clenched into fists as if she were about to draw a sword. [color=bc8dbf]"Thankfully, my concerns are on a greater scale than my own well-being. Mind explaining just what in the Gods you were [i]doing[/i] out there? If you were going after a Dark Guild by [i]yourself[/i], you should have had the [i]common sense[/i] to call for help."[/color]