His ears twitching, Weston instinctively jumped toward Glaive. After finding himself over top of him, Weston used his blood as a barrier, surrounding the two of them then hardening it. "Come here often?" Weston smiled as paint balls began to bombard his barrier. "I don't think I can't hold this barrier forever. My food deprivation has severely drained me of my abilities. Any ideas?" He questioned.