The blades sheared through Lucien's ribcage, disembowelling him with an impressive display of viscera and blood instead of the same fire and ash as before. Strange. His chest cavity became a mess of burning and shadow-devoured scars in a gruesome crisscross fashion that tore open his torso. Yet he still continued to attack despite the blades almost touching his spinal cord. An inhuman screech sounds itself from behind Lucien's mask, with no sound of Lucien himself being heard in it. The angel kept delivering a flurry of attacks that all released gouts of flame that consumed them both. Parts of Lucien's flesh became charred black as he continued his tirade. Hell, he didn't even seem to care all too much about half of his innards hanging out of him. It was as if all semblance of life's importance was now void in the creature's mind. So he kept on attacking, releasing more and more cobalt flames from each blow as the airborne fight quickly approached the flaming earth.