[i][color=92278f]Jeanne[/color][/i] - [u]Big...Sister?[/u]

Sage's reveal of what he had become began to unveil precisely why he had done back in Valdosta left little impression upon Jeanne. Rather, it left a sense of disgust. He was a developed magi, there was little to no excuse for assaulting a comrade in arms like he had done.

Magic was under the conscious control of its owner, at least for the most part. In the end the fact that he had let the Darkness consume him meant not only was the Devil Slayer Magic volatile, but it also meant he lacked the will and constitution to properly control it. If she had half the mind to act properly in accordance to how she actually should, the Archangel fought the urge to simply [i]execute[/i] the boy on the spot and instead of risking other lives. 

There was a terrifying darkness that lay underneath the boy's surface, and it was soon revealed that the Master intended that she would be the one to bear the burden. 

The burden to rein in and teach him how to properly control the madness within him.

[color=bc8dbf]"As you wish, Guildmaster."[/color] She replied quietly, as thin lines of pure light traced across her form to take the shape of a lighter form of her armor. A simple breastplate, light bracers, plated skirt, and shin-guards of luminous ivory took their place upon her figure as the golden hues extended outward to create a light sapphire skirt embroidered with hints of gold beneath it.

[color=bc8dbf]"Boy. With me then. We are going for an afternoon stroll."[/color] The Archangel ordered, turning upon the plated heel of her boot and sauntering with a casual stride. Externally, she was placid; internally, an intense spitefulness remained quieted within the seemingly peaceful serenity of her soul.

If this boy's idiocy and inability to maintain control squelched her ability to participate in the Grand Magic Games, there would be no forgiveness. She had been one of the driving forces in protecting Lamia Scale's title for the past half a decade; a key instrument in their victories. If it all transpired so that she would not be able to partake, it would be of great detriment to Lamia. 

Quietly she walked, her personality seemingly more calm than the stillest pond one finds in fables. Meandering first through a marketplace, buying an assortment of freshly cut fruits through the gathered rabble of merchants and the like. Not a word was uttered as the merchant smiled brilliantly upon her arrival, appreciatively shook her hand, and of course accepted the funds she provided. 

Next then was a Baker, of whom she bought a freshly baked loaf of good sourdough bread. 

As she walked, some of the people parted. Bowing their heads in respect as she regally strode across the cobblestone walkway. While she continued to move, she headed towards the outskirts of the city out towards the open plains. There, free of any thought of risking collateral and unnecessary damage, the Archangel turned and faced Sage.

[color=bc8dbf]"Do you know the purpose of Lamia Scale, boy?"[/color] She inquired softly, even though her voice spoke with such distinction and purpose. [color=bc8dbf]"It is to help and protect the [i]people[/i]. It is not for [b]fame[/b] [i]nor[/i] for [b]fortune[/b], it is for the greater good in this world. To ease the suffering of those who are undeserving of it.[/color]

[color=bc8dbf]"Destroying Valdosta displayed your clear lack of such a mindset."[/color] The Archangel continued, wings of purest light slowly grew from her shoulder blades then; so long did they flow outward that they did not stop until they brushed against the tips of the tall grass.       

[color=bc8dbf]"Control. [i]Focus[/i]. [b][i]Discipline[/i][/b]. All three are things you shall learn here. Or you will [b]die[/b] trying. Do you understand? I will be the one that measures your worthiness to Lamia Scale no less; fail me, and you will be removed as a member faster than you can blink."[/color] Her fingertips rose so that her gauntlet armored hand faced him, and the closed fist opened for a beautiful effect.

Around them both grew and flickered two-dozen blades of light and searing flame.

[color=bc8dbf]"You tried to remove my head from my shoulders in Valdosta, and you failed. The [b]being[/b] within you lacks the control that you yourself do not possess. Attack me with the fullest of your might to allow me to gain measure of what you can currently do. [b][i]Both[/i][/b] of you."[/color]