There was a lot more men than he had thought there would be in the room but, Lucien didn't care. He hated how openly they were willing to admit they had attacked them. It was clear these men had absolutely no honor. It was all more than clear now why he had been told to avoid people like this in the first place. His eyes hadn't left the man who held his relic, however. At his defiance, Lucien frowned, and without any hesitation, he stepped forward. While he had allowed Faolan to come he hadn't wanted to let him completely fight his battles. That at least, had been his intention, but the man had stopped him, furious. Had Lucien been on the end of that anger, even he had to admit he would have been frightened. All hell broke loose after that, as Faolan launched himself at the men. 

For a moment Lucien was unsure of what to do, but he wanted to see his previous course of action through. At least the relic, he wanted to retrieve himself. That particular man had been doing whatever he could to avoid direct contact with Faolan's wrath. Lucien maneuvered himself through the room, to reach him, and tried to make a grab for the relic. Despite his messed up face, he could see almost a trace of amusement and satisfaction. 

[b]"I'll make sure to knock you out real good this time, poufter!"[/b] The man pulled back his arm, and Lucien felt his fist make contact with his face. The nephilim, of course, had absolutely no idea how to fight. The force of it caused his head to turn, but other than that it had no particular effect aside from the moment it took for him to regain himself. He was unsure of what to do in this situation, he didn't have the skills Faolan did, and hadn't particularly thought this through, but he didn't want to give up. He at least wanted to be able to do something on his own. 

That was when he remembered what Faolan had done. What had caused the bloody mess on this man's face to begin with. The man had gone at him with another punch, but this time he just barely awkwardly move of the way, before he pulled his head back and smashed it straight into the man's face, tightly shutting his eyes. It was a bit disorienting, and caused him to stumble back a little. He was pretty sure he didn't do it right, as he hadn't been able to aim with just his forehead as Faolan had. He was much smaller after all, but considering he had absolutely no need to hold back, it had been enough to knock the man to the ground, his expression of pure surprise quickly twisting into one of pain as his previous injuries opened up again. Pulling back, it took a bit for Lucien to gain the focus in his eyes. His face was now a bit of a mess, having gotten some of the man's blood on him from the improper collision.

Taking advantage, Lucien quickly bent down and removed the relic from the man's neck and wrapped it around his own, tucking it under his shirt. Glancing back at the much bigger scuffle in the room, he took note that his money pouch had fallen to the floor, so he snatched that too. 

[color=burlywood]"Faolan!"[/color] He called out. Physically he saw no way he could stop this fight on his own, so he hoped his words would be enough.