Lucien emerged from the fog, wings and extra limbs burning with hungry cobalt fire. The arrow had found itself a mark. But not Lucien. In one of Lucien's colossal claws was Ashley May, struggling for breath as a shadow arrow was embedded through the upper right of her left lung. The wound itself seemed to leave all the flesh around it unsaturated, as if it was draining the youthful pigment of Ashley with each passing moment. Tendrils of shadow spouted from the arrow at random, sometimes clawing at Lance's daughter leaving behind oozing black marks. "D-Dad...?" The arms retracted behind Lucien's form once more, one still holding the suffering Ashley May. Lucien brandished his blade as the hungry fire crackles with a malevolent tone as if taunting Ronin. His revolver became set with flesh and bone, the hammer growing an eyeball strangely similar to that of Lance's daughter's... With a flare of cobalt flame, Lucien sidesteps into the fog once more as his burning avian wings begin to beat, wafting the smell of brimstone and burning flesh through the miasma.