The ground rumbled faintly before a hand and arm the size of a car grew from the side of the church and threw Guilt into the street. The tarmac tightened on the masked killer from all sides, twisting her limbs painfully and cracking the visor over her face. Three words swelled from the church's walls in turn, the road squeezing her tighter as each appeared.

[H3]PUT IT BACK[/H3]

"Jeanne!" A old woman's voice whipcracked through the air with the sort of authority that comes with age. "Get down here right now!" Mother Superior of St Peter's folded her arms in her sleeves, a look of wrath on her face that would give Satan himself pause. "What have I told you about taking your vendettas within these walls?!"

Turning on Terrell, the lines of her face softened until she looked like anyone's favourite grandmother. "Ah, dear, thank you. Could you take that through to the kitchen, please? Sister Anna will have your payment." Devilstrider himself got little acknowledgement, as Mother Superior locked eyes with Jeanne once again.