[i]As the blood of the Contractees flooded the ground, Vance looked down for a moment, his eyes filled with sorrow. He shook his head, clearing it; now was not the time. He turned to look at another group, this time of three. Deciding that he'd simply barrage them, Vance momentarily stowed his greatsword, and his hands ignited with firetricity. He punched midair, facing the group, then punched with the other hand. He quickly alternated hands between multiple punches, and each one sent a blast of firetricity towards the group. As each blast of firetricity struck the Contractees in the group, an explosion was caused; their flesh was torn away, charred, and Vance did not relent. Blast after blast, and they couldn't fight back. Finally, he seemed to be charging a final attack; in both his hands he formed a massive blast of firetricity, larger than any previous one, and let it fly. It met the ground, and the resulting explosion blasted the three Contractees into smithereens. Vance cracked his knuckles, and he had a feeling that attack had attracted attention of another group. It did, a group of five. Coming from their left, the group of five consisted of three men and two women. Vance, needing to regenerate his MP, drew his rifle from his left side, reloading it.[/i]