[i]There we go.[/i] Lucien dropped his sword into the ground tip-first as he raised his hand to stop the blood katar. It stabbed through his palm, which was surprisingly resilient for a man who seemingly had no powers. With his other hand he grabbed the barbed dagger implanted within Irina's chest and leaned his head in close, almost as if he was going to kiss Irina through his mask. "Oh, poor child of blood. Within this fool's gallery of advanced technology and science... Did you really think you were the only master of flesh? This is true atonement." He twisted the dagger inside of her, releasing branching talons of hardened ash and his own boiled blood from when Irina stabbed him. The branches expanded through her chest, penetrating organs and burning her body from within. If Irina were to pull it out, it would surely rip out chunks of her flesh.