Lucien dropped to one knee, stabbing his sword into the ground as his wings and extra arms incinerated themselves. The man pulled his gas mask off of his face and took a few breaths of the pungent air - but it was air nonetheless. "Did we... drive their forces back?" ~~~ The Martyr didn't seem all too surprised. With a flare of blue fire, his form transmuted itself into a massive flock of ashen sparrows with eyes of fire.