The massive sword cuts through the fighter jet like paper before taking out the bridge behind the speeding train. As the debris rain around her Bayonetta’s eyes scan skyward, eyebrows furrowed in concern. She inhales counting down the seconds. 1 – 2 – 3. Then she feels the rush of air behind her. Exhale. Smile and turn. Jeanne. Looking as unperturbed as ever in that red biker suit of hers. Bayonetta feels the tension leach out of her chest.
“That was quick. Did you get everything?” The tone is light and playful, but Bayonetta knows nothing she says ever escapes Jeanne. For a split second, the other woman pauses as if to measure her reply before walking towards her friend. “Forgot the caviar. Do you think they’re still open?”
Inwardly Bayonetta smiles at the irony of Jeanne’s response. Who would have thought a year ago that they would settle down to domestic bliss. Jeanne was so much calmer these days, almost laid back to a point. Content on most days to ignore even Enzo and his insulting prattle. Gone was the angry, spiteful creature Bayonetta had been forced to fight to protect the younger version of herself and Luka so many months ago. As for herself, Bayonetta was not unaware that Jeanne’s presence in her life has made her far more confident in regard to herself and her dealings with others. A fact that Robin himself had remarked on more than one occasion. The world is dark and full of terrors. No place to be alone. Bayonetta was secure in the knowledge she would never need to be alone. Not like before. Again. Jeanne would never permit it.
Jeanne jerks her head at the harsh metallic screech of wheels, and Bayonetta’s gaze follows Jeanne’s eyes as a commuter carriage is jackknifed hard into the air only to be sliced into two by an alien appendage. The half blinded creature towering menacingly before them bears its wounds with a silent determined fortitude. Bayonetta wonders if it feels pain, loss or grief, but she has no illusions that it will be merciful to her or her kind. General of Paradiso. King of locusts resembling horses with crowned human faces, women’s hair, lions’ teeth, wings, iron breast-plates, and a tail with a scorpion’s stinger that torments those who do not have the seal of God on their foreheads.
“It’s not Christmas without caviar.” The words are said with a teasing disapproval. Bayonetta knows that Jeanne knows the pout is for her benefit. With a small sigh, Jeanne flips her hair back and turns to face the avenging angel. “Let’s finish this quickly then.”