[i] Lance smirked under his mask, raising his free hand out in front of him. [/i] "Pinpoint." [i] He muttered, an explosion of shadow erupting from his hand and becoming solid, sending six tendrils out from it, knocking the bullets out of the air and continued to fly towards JT, the ends sharpened to a wicked point. It seemed Lance had also gained a few new tricks. [/i]