With a howl of pain, Lucien pulled his hand free of its bloody prison - only, the shell of blood was still there... and more sanguine liquid dripped from where he broke free, remnants of flesh decorating the outside of the shell. He had ripped his arm free of the blood by shedding most of his skin and muscle tissue. Lucien's hand and forearm were now skeletal, with tendons just barely holding every bone together to be functional. The darksabre cuts through the empty shell as he palm strikes Irina with his off hand in the solar plexus to knock her back slightly. With speed to rival the Dojo's best, he does a whirlwind kick to Irina's hand holding the darksabre before picking up his sword and backing up slightly. "So it's true, yes? You killed a man for that weapon." [i]High temperature, plasma contained by magnetic fields. Interesting. Highly volatile.[/i] His skeletal hand slowly begins to grow flesh upon it once more, albeit rather slowly. "Show me more of your demons, girl. Feed me your true sins." In his semi-skeletal hand he drew his revolver and fired the remaining three bullets at Irina before discarding the empty casings and putting new rounds in: translucent rounds seemingly made of plastic with a blue stripe around their tip...