[i] Lance had a good feeling Lucien was one of these infected he spoke of. After all, he'd watched his jaw knit itself back together before his eyes.. [/i] "Sometimes monsters need to be brought to light, and sometimes they're better off under our beds." [i] Lance says, holding out The Dragon Blade horizontally; Cobalt blue fire licking the edge of the steel.[/i] "A group that I was taken into, Phoenix's Unborn. They..worshipped, for want of a better word, the life and legacy of a man called the Forgotten Martyr, or Cobalt Phoenix as I know of him. He wielded fire like this, and they had the capability to imbue my blade with it." [i] Lance looked up, looking over the man with a keen eye, almost like he was dissecting him..[/i] "Now that you ask, he used to wear armor and carry weapons similar, if not identical to yours. Pistol and sword combination, he even wielded blue fire." [i] Lance swept a hand behind him, encompassing the Dojo.[/i] "They even have a monument of sorts dedicated to him; Luis Franco. Somewhat of a legend around here."