It was sweet of someone to think of Lukas as brave, though Lukas never considered himself that. It was a waste of time, as well as an unfamiliar feeling. He had no business caring about what people thought of him anyway, when his powers were all about schemes, tricks, manipulations and lies. Those kinds of powers did not fit well in a thirty meter circle wide dome, with balls of fire hanging from the ceiling, and large weapons swung by larger than life heroes.

In the chaos, Lukas only had enough time to make himself invisible to everyone, and not a particular set of people, as he started running, rolling and dodging to avoid being collateral damage to both friend and enemy. "God, fucking damn it..." He cursed in a tumble where his hair bun came loose. Someone might have heard him curse under his breath on that close call, when coincidentally getting passed, or passing by him. Before they could get too distracted by it, Lukas let his team mates see him crouched down at one of the edges of the dome, panting for his life. He wanted the near accidental murdering of his person to stop by reappearing, though he did so as a transparent ghost like figure to let them know he was still in stealth mode. The illusion that let only his allies see him could break and reveal him to Feng should the others make it obvious he was there. With everything else going on though, he doubted that would happen. He had probably not even been seen by everyone yet. 

Even though he was thoroughly embarrassed by his near death experiences, and completely out of his element, the Daft Punk fan kept his concentration on Feng while creating simple and short lived distractions to protect the others while they were fighting. The seemingly laid back raven hair seemed to be planning something towards Feng, though a slight wince in his resolve proved he was not exactly looking forward to pouncing her, like he seemed to be waiting for while pouncing around for his own protection. He was like a passive panther waiting for his chance. The main reason for his hesitation was his fear of the shield Feng was carrying, as he'd learned it captured people. They were screwed though, and if no one did something soon to subdue her, they would be Feng's personal barbeque. Sometimes charging the lion's throat was better than running in the range of its claws.

The space was small. They were many. If they could herd Feng close to either Lukas, or Henri, they could gain some form of upper hand. Should Lukas get behind Feng, he could stab her with his fingerknife, Marble. It was small, but efficient. Lukas could further penetrate Feng's mind with unchallenged touch, and it might be all over.  

Meanwhile, sweat was trickling down his neck as he struggled to get a grip on Feng's mind. It was impossible for him to create an environment based on what he suspected was a hunger based anxiety for her. He could make the weapons into food, but Lukas was far too busy to concentrate at the moment to make Peony's sword into a sausage, and its flux to gravy. Maybe later.