[i]"Your words are faulty..."[/i] [b]A crash as lightning cracked in the distance... Or at least it sounded similar.[/b] [b]Before him, the figure leapt back, moving at an impossible speed, twirling his pike, bringing the milky white blade crashing across the reflective ground... The fog lifting slightly to reveal to clear floor. Sparks shot across the surface as the figure dragged his weapon, extending the blade as lightning came down to attach itself to the tip...[/b] [i]"Is there a point when you will actually pose a threat...? If not... I kill you here..."[/i] [b]The biting words were eerie and oddly calm, ringing out like hundreds of voices talking at once.[/b] [i]"Forward into the breach..."[/i] [b]The figure blurred, right outside of Lance's peripheral, blue sparks of the spear barely visible... But the reflective ground showed the figure perfectly, rocketing downwards as he moved... The ground would give him away.[/b]