[i] Ronin's head snapped backwards, the shells colliding with his visage and spiderwebbing the metal. Lance jumped back a few feet, metal falling away in pieces as more and more of his face was shown. By the time the metal fragments were lying in the grass at his feet, his face was fully exposed. Young, no older than thirty. Chocolate brown hair topped his head with a lock falling in his face, between two icy blue eyes. Eyes that were frozen with anguish and sorrow, but blazed with rage and power. On top of that..he was grinning.[/i] https://imgur.com/a/fZl5P "I rather liked that one, but it's a small price to pay for this kind of challenge." [i] He sounded almost gleeful, and in that moment, Lucien saw a man who lived for the thrill of a good fight. Thrived off of it.[/i] "Although, I'll have to pass on the feasting. Doesn't sound very appetizing." [i] Ronin said, guessing it was a figure of speech but being snide all the same. He held out his left hand, wispy shadows conjured from his fingertips crawled and floated to his palm, pooling there until they formed a shadowy black ball the size of a softball. The darkness stretched and writhed, like it wanted out of the shape it was in. Ronin promptly reared his arm back and hurled it at Lucien, the projectile pulsing and getting more volatile as it flew towards the man. Whatever it was.. probably wasn't a good idea to get hit by it. [/i]