Lance ran behind Noella, bolt in arm and the assassin still slung across his shoulders just in time to see the assassin throw the claw, an Veronica getting tackled out of the way. Out of breath, Lance made it back to the team.[color=0072bc][i]"Nice going, kid! Quite impressive."[/i][/color] The boy's magic came as no surprise to Lance. He'd seen magic users before, and now was no different. He turned to the Baron. [i][color=0072bc]"What do you say we take this one somewhere more... solitary. Away from Veronica. We might be able to get some information out of this guy."[/color][/i] He then turned to Lucky. [color=0072bc][i]"Hey. You can keep the knife. Think of it as a thank-you gift for saving Veronica. Don't worry, I've got plenty more."[/i][/color] Shifting the man's weight once more, Lance felt another sharp pain in his arm. Yanking the bolt out of his arm and snapping it in half in one fluid motion, he put it into a small case pocket on the side of his armor. Grabbing one of the red flasks that hung on his belt, he took a quick swig and put it back. [color=0072bc][i]"So, Where am I taking this guy?"[/i][/color] He said, pointing at the man on his shoulders.