Devilstrider strengthened the shields and then moved. He blurred with blinding speeds, his shield came with him and he sped toward the angel, dodging her claymore swing, his shields pushing outwards, pushing the swords away. As his shields startd to break, he simply kept creating them. Layers of aura, instantly forming as it shattered. It took a lot of attention, but actually got easier as he moved. The swords, as far as he could tell, didn't track. She had to concentrate them on him and moving through off her precision, especially at his speeds. The momentum of her swinging the massive sword carried her forward and Devilstrider laughed as he latched a hand on to her sword arm and started to drain her. 

Her aura started to course through him, replenishing his full reserves and going over what he actually needed. The blood lust started immediately, and if Jeanne listened she would hear him muttering, "I'm in control. I'm in control," over and over again. He fought the urge not to rip her arm off with his strength. Instead he felt the steady course of aura from her and fought off the bloodlust, which was almost like a seperate battle within itself. She had to be filling it now, the exhaustion washing over her. It wasn't lethal, but it was sure to be uncomfortable, slightly painful.