[b][i]"Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me Man, did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?"[/i][/b] Lucien's voice - no, not his voice. Thousands of tongues speaking with the tones of a demon, all emanating from Lucien's body. They melodiously quoted Mary Shelley's [i]Frankenstein[/i] as Lucien's wings beat furiously, creating gales of devouring fire that swept through the area as he rose. The sabot would've shredded him apart once more if Lucien had not rushed directly [i]into[/i] the way of the projectile, allowing the velocity of the sabot to let it shoot right through his chest and explode far behind him. The blast had taken out his heart... [i]One of them at least.[/i] The hollow in his chest truly added to the shrouded beast's horror. He flew high above, still shrouded in Eldritch fog and looked down at the retreating soldier. His massive Angel-Arms opened and let forth almost all of his EMP grenades rain down upon the man. The pulses detonated once more, eliminating any electronics in the area. More zephyrs of hungering flame swept through the rooftops as Lucien zoomed downwards to the soldier. He zigzagged and sent waves of flame and ash at him right before he neared the man and kicked him in the right shoulder, turning him slightly with the momentum. In reaction his Judge barked to life. Three AP rounds of his own were shot behind and to the side of the man's left kneecap in tandem with the demonic blade's pommel smashing the railgun to the side and creating a flaming scar with a single slash from the man's collarbone down diagonally to his hip. The superheated blade not only cut into the armour itself, but bioluminescent polyps began manifesting all along the fiery scar... He was close quarters now - this was his specialty.