[color=bc8dbf][i]Jeanne[/i][/color] - [u]Heaven and Hell[/u]

Onward the Archangel observed the boy as he drew his weapons. Curved blades reminiscent of the exotic of the Orient that contrasted so greatly from the European style of her own. Curiously she watched as he assumed a defensive, and she remained statuesque as her eyes closely studied his poise. His normal state was simple enough, she the Angel sought to urge the Demon to come out and greet her.

[color=bc8dbf]"Cowering in the dark. I see you."[/color] Jeanne ominously began at first, while the two dozen flickering blades rotated about the two of them. [color=bc8dbf]"I will make you rise, or you will lose your host."[/color]

Did she really intend to [i]kill[/i] the boy?

At least for the moment, it was a [b]very[/b] convincing act.

With her open hand extended out towards Sage, her fingertips would suddenly close as of the sound of shattering glass announced the demise of four blades. She had shattered them, breaking them into thousands of tiny shards. Some so tiny that the light of day barely caught them as from four separate polar directions as they moved with her thoughts, her will. From his right, his left, behind and in front, blinding white fire threatened to consume him.

With blinding speed, the thousands of tiny flames burned through the air towards the Devil Slayer. Miniscule razorblades closed upon Sage like a oncoming storm that was the Wrath of God. Locusts to fields of wheat, they would slice through armor, steel, flesh, and bone with merciless ease. 

That is if he lacked the wit to remove himself from such danger. Even then, twenty-strong blades still circled about him in the air; waiting for the opportune moment to seize his blood upon their edge.

[@ Akashi Mayhiro]