[i] Shadows leapt to Lance's aid, forming a barrier between his stomach and the bullets, the darkness catching them and holding them suspended in the air. Lance was driven back, backpedaling a few steps and waving an arm, which sent the suspended bullets flying back at Lucien.[/i] "It's been a while since I've met a swordsman with your kind of speed. I appreciate it." [i] Appreciate it? Almost like he was glad he was coming so close to death each moment. [/i] "You use blue fire. Time to see mine." [i] Lance's arm began to glow, a strange runic symbol on his forearm taking shape. Flakes of darkness began to swirl around Lance's form, and it wouldn't be long before Lucien saw that they were embers of flame. Fire as black as night swirled around Lance in waves. Something that should give off light did the opposite, pooling in streams and balls around him, before stopping and coalescing into one central shape. A massive arrow, made entirely of writhing and burning Pitch black fire. With a wave of his hand, Lance sent the projectile screaming towards Lucien, the arrow starting low and scorching the grass, burning it to a crisp before rising slightly and flying at Lucien aiming to take him in the chest. [/i]