For better or worse, Lucien was now a part of whatever battle this was. He was still looking for Alister, but he had to ensure safety for him and the rest of the innocents who asked for not such harm. The salty sanguine aroma stained the air around Lucien as he approached the armoured woman with his hands up. His thick overcoat blew slightly in the bloodstained wind of the day, mostly held down by his peculiar weapons belt. To the left side of the man was a mechanical katana sheathe, with features such as an ergonomic grip, gun trigger and fuel barrel affixed to the scabbard in one way or another. Most of the armament was matte black, though some gunmetal grey areas were spray-painted with the design of a winged figure of some kind. The grip was wrapped traditionally, having siderite Celtic knots tied into its handle. Along the blade sheathe were detailed engravings resembling an Oriental tapestry, many showing the pictures of a man staring up at a many-headed beast. At his right was a large revolver holster, but with some same mechanical properties as the scabbard. It looked heavy in machinery, but the man carried it with ease as he strode towards the woman. The gas mask hanging from his waist thumped slowly against his though as he finally stopped advancing towards the woman.