[i][b]CRACK! CRACK![/b][/i] The remainder of Lucien's shells blasted against Ronin's armour, all being destroyed by his shielding. Lucien smiled - perfect. Ronin's superheated blade cut through his sword-breaker and he flinched. Not because his weapon was disabled, but because he wielded flames eerily similar of his own. But he could not get distracted by such a trivial thing - it was impossible that anyone else could carry the same virus strain as himself. Little did the man know, he was using EMP shells - much different from the experimental wetware he was utilizing earlier. Instead of relying on pellets that merely carried disrupting components that could still physically damage, the EMP rounds releases electromagnetic pulses upon fragmentation - the pellets inside were all actually connected by micro-wire, acting as capacitors to amplify the EMP. Normally one itself wouldn't suffice, but he had just unloaded 6 consecutive EMP rounds into Ronin's shielding. Even better that they were released by the shielding itself - two birds in one stone. He attempted to stab Ronin with the jagged, broken point of the weapon before letting go and jumping back. For a moment it seemed as if he was hovering there: flying backwards and away from Ronin as he now swept his left hand along his right inner forearm, and Ronin realized somewhat... He had another spiked ring on his left hand, but coloured to look like his skin. A flash of viscera was all it took to form three bloody kunai of ash in Lucien's left hand, which he promptly threw downwards at Lance's face as he sailed back through the air.