<span style="font-style: italic">Easy for you to say. You're not the one about to go on a suicide run. But he's right.</span><br/>Glaive hoped that his lightning armor would last long enough to push through these petals.<br/>"Leave it to me!" Glaive shouted back to Tristan. Glaive ran towards one end of the hallway, instanty vaporizing the petals that came in contact with his shield, but at the same time it weakened it as he tried to keep it active. "Almost there.......Take this! Zap Lightning Punch!" He leaped into the air and threw a punch downward as he came out of the cherryblossom storm. He wasn't yet sure if there was anyone on the other side of the foliage.