One of his screaming Angel-Arms catches the disabled equipment but does not throw it back, instead allowing for the man to come closer. The EMPs were but a precaution just in case the man's systems could reboot. Another shot discharged itself as the man raised his tanto to stab into Lucien - an experimental micro-driller round, the tip embedding itself into the man's armoured armpit before drilling and ejecting an explosive deeper through the armour. Lucien took the knife through his throat, releasing a gout of viscera, ash and fire from the wound. He laughed in a thousand voices - this man did not understand, did he? Just as he finished drawing the knife through Lucien's flesh, the polyps upon his chest scar began to glow brightly from beneath the blue flames blanketing them. The methane buildup in the growths detonated in a flare of indigo and cerulean flames, melting through armour and sending the soldier rocketing backwards - Until one of Lucien's Angel-Arms caught him by his flailing knife hand, the other Angel arm smashing his legs repeatedly with the disarmed railgun. Finally they just smashed him to the ground and pinned him as Lucien fired driller shots into the elbows of both his arms like a twisted crucifixion of fire. The sensible Lucien would've then asked the intruder questions. Any reasonable man would after all. But this beast was not the diplomatic and atoning Lucien, this was the embodiment of his sins and ultimate heresy. And the monster only hungered for the sins of others, not information or knowledge. Whatever demon Lucien became thrust down his superheated blade into the soldier's less-armoured neck, allowing for the blade to soak in the man's sternum before the polyps began to sprout in the sword's wake.