[color=bc8dbf]Jeanne[/color] - [u]Warning, or a Threat?[/u]

Unflinchingly, the Archangel watched on in a silent Vigil while Sage seemed to hold an internal conversation with himself. At long last, he spoke in a way that she could understand, stating that he wasn't going to fight her. 

[i][color=bc8dbf]...what?[/color][/i]

Watching on as he sheathed his blades and stood ready to receive whatever she might throw at him, the Archangel frowned. What conviction was this? Where was the purpose for his actions? Considering everything, his decision to not fight at all didn't make any sense in the least! As much as she wanted to strike he Demon down, she could not. Regardless of what someone was, or what they had become, it was wrong to strike them down if they were defenseless.

Just as he had attempted once upon her, not too long ago. 

For the moment, the eight blades that hovered about her in the air shattered, scattering glistening dust into the winds as the Archangel stood in silent reverie. While the blade stood within her grasp, thin wisps of gold traced linear paths of light along the faceplate as the helm dissipated to bring Jeanne's face to be blessed by the warmth of the sun once again.

Regardless of whether or not he wished to fight, there would still be consequence for his attempted murder of the Archangel.

[color=bc8dbf]"An Eye for an Eye, Demon."[/color]

[i]The Ashbringer[/i] rose slowly to point the very tip of the beautiful fiery blade to point directly for his crown. What happened then was simple instantaneous, and most of all, it was incredibly precise. Instantaneously around Sage were conjured no less than one-hundred fifty blades of fiery light. Everywhere he could look, there would be dozens upon dozens of blades in his vision. 

With just the flicker of her will, the blades closed in upon him with the combined might of just under half of Jeanne's maximum strength, and the result was cataclysmic. Just before they drew near to him, just before he could have another chance to absorb the magic, it was turned into something that wasn't magical.

Each of the blades detonated with pure concussive force comparable to a devastating bomb.

In the moment it took Jeanne to express a thought, she had turned Sage's immediate world into absolute hellfire. 

Fire, light, and destructive force ruptured outward in a powerful wave that made the very earth around them tremble. Other blades joined themselves in front of the archangel and protected her from the heat and force.

The same could not be said for the Demon Slayer. 

But she could still sense him as the sheer amount of power washed past her and burned across the open field. So instead fifty more blades were drawn out of thin air into existence, and through the fire they poured upon him with a relentless offensive. Each strike, each parry, each cut and thrust screaming for his blood. 

With no relent, they would assault the boy from every direction. Every strike of the fifty would rupture out with a blast of light magic that could sear flesh, bone, and soul with frightful ease. All the while, Jeanne stood as statuesque as ever, patiently watching, waiting for the next opportune moment.