"Pinpoint." [i] Lance uttered, his finger tips exploding with shadow energy, launching micro lines of darkness and plucking the bullets out of the air. With another wave of his arm, a blue symbol lit up on his forearm, a runic design. Akin to the orange one from earlier, albeit slightly different. Mist began to cloud around Lance, forming water droplets on his armor and soaking the dirt and grass around him. Eventually, the mist condensed into water, and from there, columns of it swirled around Lance in his own personal typhoon. With a gesture, the water around him formed a massive tidal wave and launched from his feet, breaking right at Lucien's fire and swamping it. It clouded the area with even more steam and fog, making visibility nearly non-existent. Though, through the fog, a boy had shown up. His features were indecipherable, but he walked and carried himself like someone close to Lucien. Someone he'd been looking for. Lucien had crossed a line with Lance, and he was prepared to pay it back ten fold. He knew the images were fakes, but that didn't piss him off any less. [/i]