Lucien ushered the child a way to a few guards and bystanders, telling them to leave. Seeing as he and some mysterious sniper just took down the hostage-taker, they were in no position to argue. A flash of sliver and blue flame burst from the man's waist as he drove his sword into the earth in front of him. He allowed his virus stem from his corrupted blade; to grow through the ground and speak in forbidden tongues - tongues which would find their way to Ronin, drawn to the blood they have tasted before. [i]Lance May... I call...[/i] Each mouth hidden by the earth cooed in almost an eerie way, each echo sounding like Lucien. But under such eeriness was a sense of dread and urgency, similar to the same tone Lucien carried as he asked for Alister.