Jeanne -- [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPzMTfeXJnk]Force[/url]

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His excuses were pathetic. Blame God for how he appeared to be? Blame God for him having a need to feed upon the energy of others? There was always an alternate route, another path to take, and to the Jeanne, she beheld him simply taking the one which was most convening, the one in which he intentionally harmed her Mother. Instead of finding strength from within to resist feeding, he opted instead to feed upon not only criminals, but the helpless, the elderly, the weak, for the sake of cowardice. 

[B]"Fine."[/b] The Angelic Epic stated steadfastly. Her hand extended out to him, and as the sword dissipated, there would be a luminous circle instead. A visualization for her to use as once her fingertips settled upon the edge, the swirling maelstrom of swords abruptly ceased their movement. [B]"You have made your decision. I shall make mine.[/b]

[B]"Per istam sanctan unctionem et,"[/b] she began another prayer with her voice returning to its sorrowful and melancholic state. She simply would not allow the actions against her adoptive mother to go unpunished. [B]" suam piissimam misericordiam, indulgeat tibi Dominus quidquid per."[/b]

Those who knew Latin, who could understand it, quickly would come to understand what she was saying.

She was administering unto him his last rites. 

With the final syllable, her hand closed in around the circle into the focal center. With astonishing rapidity that commenced in the sound of a cacophony of eruptions, the hundreds of highly concentrated blades of light crashed into the barrier simultaneously from all sides. Each crash each eruption would be just as deafening as they were powerful, and the concussion with each impact against the barrier spread into a shockwave that caused the very earth to ripple outward like a stone's throw into a pond. 

As always, as she had been taught by the Church and the Clairvoyant, she surged forth into the conflict. With the sword in her hands coming into the grasp of both her hands, Jeanne's wings unfurled as she launched herself forward. Raising her blade on high, she summoned the fullest of her strength to bring the brilliant claymore crashing down upon the barrier that she was certain was near fracturing or completely gone. 

If it was gone, it would certainly provide great detriment to the Devil if it struck true. The Devil who had invaded her home, and hurt her family.