"And yet he told me he killed all his masters." [i] Lance comments, flicking his head and bits of sunlight shimmer near Damien, forming into a katana blade in the air that blocks his sword. Lance then began to throw everything he had at disks coming at him. Attempting to melt them with fire, blow them away with wind, freeze them with air and water via ice, slow them down by soaking earth in water, making mud, but to no avail. Lance had to come up with something.. fast. [/i]