[Sage]

Jeanne knew that they were approximately at the Saint's body when the crowd of birds rose from the bodies of the Dybbuk to the air and began to circle. Driving normally made her feel relaxed, but she had been so intent on finding the swords that her grip was tight and her shoulders were tense. By the time they came across the crow anomaly, she was so ready to stop that she just slammed on the brakes; the jolt was unpleasant but it was worth being able to get out of the APC.

She jumped out quickly, eyes passing over the swords briefly before fixing on the Saint. "We have to give him a proper burial," the theurge said firmly, glancing back at the vehicle. "Are there any -" Before she could finish her question, Lev ran past her. "- shovels?" she finished, watching the Lion's path as he ran and began to devour Saint Typasius's body. "NO!" Jeanne screamed when she realized what he was doing. Lunging forward, she grasped the feasting man by the shoulders and jerked back with all of her strength. "GET OFF OF HIM!"