The Midnight Lance is jumping around while slicing apart the new hands of death. The newer hands are even faster and stronger, and a single graze from them seemed to be able to damage Lance's armour, which was something he didn't like. Lust had warned him not to lose his armour or it would mean the death of him, and after seeing Rot's abilities for himself, Lance understood why.
Midnight Lance: Hell's Flame! (Lance yelled as he blasted away some hands that were a little too close for comfort)
No matter how many hands Lance would destroy, Rot seemed to be able to create more with frightening ease. Lance did not have to worry about getting tired, because ever since he became a Great Demon, he could fight for hours without rest or sleep, but that didn't mean he could keep this up forever.
