[center][h2][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VYkqj4LwEQ]They Want to Go With Jesus, Father Joan![/url][/h2][/center]

[color=a0410d]"Saints of God, come to their aid. Come to meet them, Angels of the Lord. Receive their souls and present them to God the Most High."[/color]

There was little left of the three HFVs caught in Judah's beams of holy love; none of the wreckage that remained of the Rooks could be used to raise a hand against the Lord Jesus, Joan, or Rising Star. This was as it should be. None should exist that raised a hand against the [i]Jannah's[/i] contingent. At the very least, a page needed to be torn from the storied playbook of the Holy Land - a page that dictated the very removal of any hand the infidels dared to raise.

But pirates were God's children, too. And since Father Joan Heidenreich had cruelly robbed them of their own breath, it appeared she would have to expend a few exhales of her own on their last rites. She had taken them out of commission within ten cruel seconds; equal prayer time was the least that men deserved, be they of God or otherwise.

[color=a0410d]"May Christ who called you take you to himself. May Angels lead you to Abraham's si-AIIII! Whoa!"

[i]Missiles![/i][/color]

Judah, instinctively, banked to the right to avoid the twin projectiles. It would have been more difficult from within one of the enemy Rooks, or even a GT-011, but Judah was built for quick and heavy assaults - though not as fast as G-Valk, its evasiveness was within the same class, and Joan had little trouble with outwitting the clumsy forward attack of the two Rooks. The counterattack would prove to be more satisfying.

They had bungled, phalli first, into the prayer for their own deceased or dying associates. Oh well. Now their souls would just have to burn in hell for eternity and dance on the prongs of Satan's fork, all because of the careless machismo of their buddies. But no one could say Father Joan didn't try!

[color=a0410d]"Seriously!? Where's your fear of [i]God!?[/i]"[/color]

As the Rooks swiveled to their left - Joan's right - to ready missiles again and hit either her or the [i]Jannah[/i] behind her, the Great Lion bellowed to life again, cutting a diagonal path until she was floating alongside the two Rooks, forming an impromptu - and unwanted - right flank for the two pirate HFVs as they floated parallel to Jannah, still aimed at the pocket of space Joan's prototype had occupied two seconds prior.

This was the [i]quick.[/i]

[color=a0410d]"No prayers for you, [i][b]assholes~![/b][/i]"[/color]

And now the [i]heavy.[/i]

The railguns spat God's love towards two men who now found themselves in dire, dire need of it.