"Son of a bitch, you love your fire!" While the lightning was mostly dampened due to his thick leather jacket, the heat lanced through his body and and made him writhe in pain. He wouldn't be able to take much more of it if it was continued, so he had to improvise. Forming an ivory-white kunai in one hand with a glowing tip he stabbed it into the hand punching his face, leaving it there before forming another white kunai and throwing it at Rhys' knee. Al's head pounded. Unlike Lucien he could not take such a beating.