[i]Vance turned his head to look at Victoria for a moment, his expression solemn. Finally, he sighed.[/i] "I'm dying first," [i]He said simply, before proceeding to stroll into a crowd of 4 Contractees with no plan whatsoever. He simply hoped nobody had a healing factor. Vance gripped the greatsword's handle with his cybernetic hand, as well, the one coated in firetricity. It was channeled through the blade, until the sword was infused to with strange energy, coating it with green flames and black electricity. Two Contractees, a man and a woman, lifted swords of their own, not nearly as fancy. As they approached each other, Vance swung horizontally; the greatsword cleaved straight through the male's sword, but was somehow blocked by the woman's sword. Upon closer examination, the woman... had absurdly enhanced muscles. She could probably pick both Vance and Victoria up and throw them like pebbles. The other two Contractees, also a man and a woman, slowly approached Vance from behind the first two. The woman was another pyromancer; this much was true when she formed a fireball in her hand. However, instead of throwing it at Vance, she had noticed Victoria. The fireball was launched at Victoria with terrifying velocity, at which the previous fireball had not been. Vance was used to these variations in attack power between Contractees, but Victoria might have been; as such, Vance turned his body and reached, extending his right arm to block the majority of the fireball. It struck his arm, immediately burning through the entire right sleeve of his trench coat, and burning up and charring his flesh; he let out a single yell of pain, before gritting his and forcing himself not to feel it. Instead, he continued to wield his greatsword as he fended off the man and the woman, showing remarkable swordsmanship.[/i]