[B]Francis Bertrand[/B]

Firing indiscriminately would not yield any success, the bullets of Henry's Vulcans bouncing more-or-less harmlessly off the heavily armoured front of Lumen 1's Rook. An arm reached out to grab the wrist of his machine's right hand, forcing the beam saber away from his opponent and preventing him from rotating the hand to compensate. The older pilot's beam saber, however, had dissipated, leaving only the empty hole in Henry's shield. It immediately moved to point downwards, before igniting once more, lancing a blade of exotic particles towards the left leg of the nineteen year old's machine.