The dying Lucien gave on last choke before the mask upon his face broke apart after the shadows melted away. The face was a rotted and burnt mess. Lips had either rotted away long ago or were burnt recently in the battle, leaving only a fleshy humanoid maw willed with teeth that had sharpened unnatural and rows of bloody molars behind it. Its eyes were a dirty black, the same colour of the burnt wings' remains as its ashes joined the fog and the burning crater. Brimstone and burning flesh stung at Ronin's sense of smell, not only coming from the body but still pungent throughout the fog. For a brief moment, a new face takes the place of the rotted Lucien's. Facial muscles did not knit to make itself a new facade - it simply flickered there for a few moments. The face and body of Jonathan May. But then it returned to the decaying body, jaws open in an act of abhorrent defiance. And then, with the speed faster than anything shown in the battle before, came a jagged spear of ash, flame and bone. Its head was barbed and thorny, looking quite excruciating for the fractal moment Ronin saw it if his perception allowed him to. Right before it lodged itself inside the dark rune laid upon Lance's heart. The barbed spearhead caught inside his innards, the momentum of the spear so great that it almost acted like a hollow point bullet and just tore through him straight away leaving a massive exit wound. But that wasn't the case. Upon impact the spear sprouted roots of bony thorns set alight with devouring embers, scorching his black apparel and the flesh beneath - specifically his skin bearing the dark rune. It burrowed deep within the body of Ronin, setting fire to his insides and boiling his blood. For a moment the miasma cleared to reveal a masked Lucien once more, standing with his flaming sword and revolver in each hand looking quite intact contrary to the corpse eviscerated on the ground. His wings were still a hybrid of avian and Eldritch abomination, still burning with hungry fire and looking quite different in comparison to the angel wings seen just a few moments before. His Angel-Arms were the most noteworthy feature however. One still clutched the suffering body of Ashley May, while the other was now empty of Jonathan's and was now clutching a barbed spear almost identical to the one embedded in Ronin's chest. Lucien beat his wings through the fog as the distinctive scent got only stronger and more irritating, quickly followed by zephyrs of flame that surround Lucien and the area around him just in case Ronin had any more illusions sneaking around, above or behind him.