Bam!
Lucien dropped to the ground with his knee and foot. Looking at his kimono, his brows contort, there is a little dust here and there. Gritting his teeth inside his mouth, he takes the coat Ten made for him.
—I should have worn this earlier, before engaging into battle.
Shrugging his fury, he looks at the country of Tama-Artists coming in his direction. Although collapsing the mine killed some of them, over one hundred thousand of them are still alive... that's if they don't reach millions.
'I want to fight the triplets than them.'
He is somewhat disappointed in Mikino's choice of choosing to fight with the ring leaders. In his plan, he wanted to use his Entropy to subdue the triplets, before teleporting away. Nonetheless, there is no need to fuss over lost milk; he has to handle the goons.
As the Tama-Artists advance, Lucien constricts his amber pupils. There are too many, and might accelerate the Yotram's play, meaning it might complete, and end up in his death.
