Tetramis blinked in slight confusion before drawing her Mumakui. She closed her eyes, the temperature around her dropping drastically, "Targets Aquired. Proceeding with disposal of targets." She raised a single gloved hand as though to grasp the moon above, "Blades of the Moon, appear." Sixteen gleaming blades appeared around her, pointing towards the demon horde, "Stand up or stand back. But whatever you do, don't stand in the way. I will purify all." With that, the first blade shot forward, impaling a demon closest to her, sending him flying.<br/><br/>But she was not yet done, for Demons were like earthworms, terribly hard to kill. The second blade swooped in, lifting him into the air, carrying him so that he was lifted above the horde. The fourteen remaining swords flew upwards, lancing though the vile creature from all possible directions. There was a whistle of an orb of magic being hurled at her. She pulled Nite close before forming a solid wall of swords which rang in a deafening chorus as the fireball detonated on the wall.<br/><br/>With a flap of her wings, she was in the air and she called out to the horde below, "Come you misbegotten bastards! I have slain so many of your number, do your vile race a favor and kill me or die trying! Come, you yellow-bellied, snake-tongued traitors, kill me and perhaps earn a promotion in your vile system!"<br/><br/>Several demon's broke and roared in rage. The winged ones flew into the air, only to plummet back down as a rain of swords struck them. The remaining resolved to hurling insults at Angels in general. "Very well wingless ones, I will come and fight you. For far too long has your race been given dominance over Man, this all ends here!" She folded her wings and landed upon a demon, drenching her sword in his black blood. She raised her voice, which echoed over the landscape, "Come, hear my cry brothers and sisters! The harvest is ripe! Come, I summon ye, legion of Scale!"<br/><br/>She lashed out at the closest demon, amputating his arm before kicking him back to his comrades. Numerous they were, but Tetramis would never stop until either she was dead, or they lay dead at her feet.