Lucien took note of the dragon-pommel katana that Lance drew, cataloging it away in his mind for later. A slight look of bother formed upon his face as he twisted a simple and almost unnoticeable black ring on his finger. If one observed the ring however, they would notice three small razor-sharp spikes that ejected themselves out. Even stranger, they faced inwards towards the palm - eerily similar to an Old-Earth shinobi's assassination ring. "I find the use of my blood somewhat displeasing, but I would rather use that than wake that [i]thing[/i]." he mutters, looking down at his sheathed katana. Quickly, Lucien places his spiked right hand over the inner part of his left forearm. He slices downwards towards his hand and draws blood, which quickly coagulates into a cinder-like substance with blue fire cracking in its midst. This ash forms in Lucien's right hand into a crude, stick-like object before his hand leaves the surface of his arm. In Lucien's hand was now a Chinese sword-breaker with a traditional Oriental hilt. It was comprised of the same ashy material that escaped Lucien's body as he brought forth the weapon from his arm. He gave a similar bow and levelled the blunt weapon, keeping its diamond-hard point at an angle towards Lance. Yet his hand still remained poised over his waist.