[i]Nathaniel raised and spun his blade, bullets being torn in half as the lightsaber stopped them in their tracks. He didn't falter, didn't waver when bullets did hit him in the chest, further cracking the rock that had covered his torso. Instead, it empowered him. With every step he took, blue Flames were left in the footprints of where he had been, the Blue Flames enveloping the otherwise red lightsaber as he continued the attack. It crashed upon him. The years of fighting, commanding, love and loss, death and betrayal. Being forgotten or ignored, now he was here. Fighting to keep his place in history. He swung meaningfully, going for Ivan's legs, the swinging at the gun, then the legs again. Every stride was purposeful, he would not fall. Not now. [/i]