Gingalain
During the distraction made by the angel, Gingalain took a moment to draw Caliburnus. She spread out her limbs to let the friction of the wind carry her up to the surface of Jalut’s giant halberd. She took a look at the swords blocking the behemoth of a weapon, gave one a nudge with her boot, and when it didn’t budge, she sighed.
Jumping off of the surface of Jalut’s axe, Gingalain rocketed towards Lucy with her sacred swords each poised so that in the blink of an eye the fallen angel would find herself with a sacred sword driven through each eye socket.
“Don’t interrupt,” She said, her tone betraying just a hint of a sort of motherly disappointment.