[i] Lance was nowhere to be found on the ground. The steam, bones, and fire torched and annihilated the earth, but he was gone. Until..Lucien heard a whistling noise from above him. Lance, having taken to the skies with his shadowy dark wings, was plummeting downwards at Lucien at a speed that was inhuman and quite literally impossible for any human. His swords had changed, or rather, he'd gained some in the form of his Roku Togē technique. In his right hand, he held the Demon's Heart, The second was his Dragon Blade, and the third was Savior. In his left hand hand, a katana that had an orange hilt with flames licking the blade, a blue sword that had permanent condensation on the steel, and a lighter blue sword that seemed to have a permanent swirling wind around it. The most unnerving one though, was the sword he held in his jaws. A sword that was red from the hilt to the blade, and something told Lucien that wasn't paint. Whereas The Demon's Heart and the other sword Lance had drawn were unsettling.. this one was evil, in every sense of the word. Malevolence and hate emanated from it.. the very blade screamed wrong, like it shouldn't exist. But back to the part where he was falling from the sky.. Lance plummeted downwards towards Lucien at the speed of a bullet, as he drew back and struck, his seven swords seeming to slice the very air apart as they lashed out towards Lucien at a velocity that would surely kill most men.. [/i]