[Sage]

The situation was growing worse by the minute, and Jeanne was beginning to worry that they wouldn't actually make it. Those on the retreating front line were becoming visibly tired, and would probably begin to be wounded. Displeased with how little theurgic energy she had built up, Jeanne knelt and began to pray, entirely missing Fee being pushed around by Dante. But when she sat up again - she was in danger of being left behind - she felt full of energy again.

Unable to return to her marginally helpful work now that they were in dire straits, she (somewhat reluctantly) took her knife in hand along with her laser and joined the others at the front line. Though the knife was thin and made for quick stabs, she found several hearts. Jeanne's laser (switched to its highest power, still inferior to that of a weapons-grade) severed body parts with little trouble, although with the addition of burnt flesh, the sewers smelled even worse. But, like the others, she felt the weight of the giant horde pressing down.