"No need to be so vulgar..." [i]Astra pushed a soft chuckle past her lips, a slight grin spreading across them. Then, Irina felt the angel's left hand atop her head, giving her a soft, gentle pat, followed by a little rub, just to calm her nerves and let her know she hadn't done anything wrong.[/i] "Now then," [i]She spoke up again, her hand retreating back to her side, the woman still unarmed,[/i] "I will deal with these fiendish things." [i]Oh baby, the motherly angel was about to show just how hard she could fuсk things up -- because Irina had yet to see that. She bent her right arm at the elbow, her five gloved fingers flexing a few times, before clenching into a fist, leaving just a bit of space still, strangely enough, though it was for a reason. Her grin widened as azure blue fire flared up from her fist, climbing up to the sky, leaving stone grey iron in its wake as the angel's sword materialized right then and there. Only a second later, Astraeus held a blade as ancient as she was. About seven feet tall in total, it was an unruly mass of metal, too big and too thick to even be called a sword. The grip was about a foot in length, wrapped in white cloth for an easier grip, the silvery pommel shaped like a heart, tip facing outwards. The blade, though... it was a foot wide and an inch thick where it joined the grip, the sides engraved with white runes and psalms, even hymns, littering the beast of a weapon, empowering it. It thinned out the closer it got to the tip, gradually shaping a needle point. Astra effortlessly twirled the utterly humongous sword around, her knees bending as she lowered herself to the ground, shifting her weight onto her toes. Her left hand grasped the guardless grip beneath its sister, bottom of the fingers planted against the bottom of the blade, sword held backwards, pommel facing forwards.[/i] "Watch closely now, dearest..." [i]Minor cracks started forming across the ground as Astra pushed down, her muscles tensing... and just like that, she was off. As fast as lightning, she shot forwards, her near instant acceleration and sheer speed causing Irina to nearly fall over with a harsh gust of wind, the stone ground shattered. Not even an instant later, the two knights who had been approaching the Vileblood from the front were done, falling to their knees, forearms doing the same, while their torsos slowly flew through the hair, the force having sent them up. Nearly flying out the other side of the alleyway, Astraeus entered actually visible speeds, her boots skidding over the stone as she turned, nearly dropping to her knees, barely remaining standing. She grinned, the third knight still standing there, frozen, hammer in hands. Astra straightened herself, only kicking her right foot up, the metal impacting with the top half of the blade she cut in half only a few moments later... ...and just like that, the final fiend had four feet of corroded steel embedded within his chest, liquid shadow leaking from the gaping wound. He stumbled in such a way that any ordinary human would, before falling over backwards, body thudding as it landed. A second later, and all three corpses had turned to ash.[/i] [spoiler]fukin showoff[/spoiler]