Moves as a blur

Celestine. Prayers had been answered. The miracle had come. She smote the muster fields without slowing, the firestorm of her wake scouring besiegers from the stones. On Celestine swept, her sword a blur of silvered light amongst the spiralling smoke. Daemons scattered before her, seared from reality by the blade of one who was a blazing counterpoint to their unfathomable darkness.

Gathering Storm: Fall of Cadia pg. 48