"...why...?" croaked a small voice - the younger Jonathan May, struck in the torso in multiple areas by Lance's shadowy explosion. He was held captive in Lucien's left Angel-Arm and used as a shield by the man. The arm retracted, revealing Lucien as he discharged 4 shots from his revolver towards Lance before beating his wings as he flies backwards through the fog, sending gales of devouring fire and ash towards Ronin in the process. Lucien does not respond in any way. If he could hear Lance, he did not choose to acknowledge his claim. Quite strange for a man who had such distaste for monsters... But after all, he himself was one of the very demons he abhorred. The casull rounds neared Ronin as the zephyrs of flame surged towards him behind the bullets. The pungent odour of brimstone and burning flesh still dominated the air, if not becoming strengthened as the battle went on.