"Oh shit he's mad! Lucien he's hella mad!" ... "Yes you old man, I can handle myself!" He speaks to no one in particular, hard to hear over the sound of fire and lightning. He throws his hands up once more and starts weaving an avatar of his own. A large humanoid first made of a silky white thread, then encased in a hard black that wraps over it like a second skin. It grows talons from the top part of its wrists as it grows a long tail from its back, the bladed appendage encircling it like a barbed dragon. At the end of its tail was the shotel, glowing a superheated white like the talons of the humanoid. Al raises his hands in a grand gesture, opening the beast's rib cage to release dozens of ceramic Kunai superheated by the white threads - ceramic Kunai that wouldn't falter in the face of Rhys' fire.