Instead of picking up the shotgun however, he picked up the modernized PTRS-41 anti-tank rifle. Black and bioluminescent blue tendrils pour forth from his overcoat sleeve, wrapping around the arm the rifle's butt is wedged into. It expands and creates some kind of chitinous black armour around that arm, thick with burnt muscle mass. "But I'm afraid that's a lesson for another day. Now we shall practice with much greater quarry. I suggest you cover your ears." Before anyone could do anything, Lucien mounts the anti-tank rifle on the stump of a tree and aims it in a completely random direction. Well, random to Desmond at least. It was aimed right towards Banshee. Lucien pulled the trigger, sending an anti-tank round straight towards the Vanish squad sniper. ~~~ "CAW! CAW!" the burnt sparrow chirps as it sits in a tree nearby Banshee, looking down on him with a maniac blue-violet fire in its eyes.