[spoiler]Wrong link for Eve lmao[/spoiler] "Damn!" Lucien said as his ATG was deflected off of every blow. He whirled around and was kindly met by the newcomer's blade just barely slashing into his neck, cutting off his windpipe and awarding the woman's sword with a spray of blood almost too black to be human... Noir tendrils intertwined and mended the flesh as blood began to spurt from Lucien's mouth. His voice slowly became less clogged by blood as more began to drip from the sides of his lips. "I.. Knew something was... Wrong. Nobody's ever that modest." He drops the rifle and quick draws another firearm from his hip. The draw time was just below JT the cowboy's, but it still blurred the appearance of the weapon as it was levelled at Eve. For the small moment she could see it, the gun's barrel took up most of its structure - a wide tube affixed to a polished wood handle. Lucien pulled the trigger of the Thumper grenade launcher, ejecting a grenade point blank at Eve. An explosion of blue fire sent her flying back, and while the shrapnel from the blast may not damage her, concussive force sure would. He spun the weapon and loaded in another grenade before putting on his gas mask. The man inhaled, taking in the hallucinogenic fumes that sharpened his senses... Right before he was sent sliding on his feet backwards as a sniper round collided with his chest. The thick padding of reinforced leather and insulated nano-cellulose caught the inconceivably fast bullet, but barely. The tip still penetrated a slight bit of his flesh, but had the shooter aimed at a place where the nano-cellulose was thinner, it would have penetrated more. When Lucien customized his overcoat, it was meant to deter anti-personnel weaponry as well as Infected. Making such a design also called for the factoring of the human psychology, reinforcing the places where the conventional shooter would think to fire at first... With a growl of pain Lucien drew his katana. A flare of blue fire surrounded him as the napalm soaking his sword was ignited by the infected organs living within the blade, superheating it with a sound that could only be described as the devil's whistle. His shirt beneath his coat tore itself open as sparrows began to pour forth. They zoomed into trees as fast as the flesh regenerated... What the kill team didn't know was that Lucien had been hunting before his training, acquiring ample biomass to create proxies. The sparrows set the trees around them alight, creating smoke that would interfere with Banshee's optics.