Lucien ignored this as he continued dancing through his blood trance. As the 105mm began to hail down upon him he spread his wings and Angel-Arms, creating a miasma of thick brimstone-scented fog combined with a self-contained firestorm to cover his position. If the vehicles wanted to hit him, they would have to blindfire into the kill zone and risk their own men. Unbeknownst to the gunners however, Lucien hopped into a trench and began to slaughter any who stepped in his path. Usually one sword stroke sufficed as its intense heat was enough for most shielding and armour, but some were finished off with a barrage of AP .50 Deagle bullets or a 40mm slug from his grenade launcher. Spotting a Stryker, he raised one of his massive Angel-Arms and levelled his anti-tank rifle at it before firing... Multiple times. The rounds tore into the war vehicle and shredded it apart, tungsten propelled by shaped charges punching into its armour. Lucien jumped onto the front of the damaged vehicle and relieved most of the gunner's head from his shoulders via 2-gauge slug. He then sliced off the mounted turret before picking it up with his other Angel-Arm and firing it into the swathes of soldiers in the trenches below as the vehicle set fire to itself. Finally, he fired a grenade from his Thumper launcher into the hatch before grabbing the bottom of the vehicle with both Angel-Arms and throwing it into the other Stryker. The body-ridden battlefield provided more than enough food for him to heal from the blows. ~~~ "Only the dead have seen the end of war," Phoenix says as he quotes Plato to Jackson without looking at him. "And I may never rest whilst my home is torn apart by another man's conquest for power. So take my strength, Jackson. Peace can only be attained by those who are willing to perform the necessary evil." The M134 on his back began to spin up before firing a stream of tracer rounds at the soldiers. "Teleportation was always a bother when a fought here. Cover your back and use an EMP as a last resort. If you want, I can take these jokers on while you provide covering fire. If you're anything like your dad in terms of skill, I can only assume you can use that Barrett to its fullest potential." He produced a S&W M500 in his off hand and loaded it with strange ceramic bullets that glowed a bright blue as it distorted the air around it with heat. Fire ran off the barrel in droves like a hungry dragon.