The enemy Sutherland grabbed his automatic weapon once again in a useless gesture, firing once again at the Lancelot. Perhaps hoping that point blank range would surpass the field. To no avail. The bullets bounced off the field as Suzaku knew they would. It was the perfect protection from projectile weaponry.

But not, it seemed, from the forces of gravity.

The bullets struck the ceiling and it caved in on him like a toppled house of cards. Dust and debris clouded his vision, but not for long. He waved it clear and easily found the enemy - except the frame was clearly empty. The pilot had escaped in the confusion, and could easily disguise himself as a random civilian trying desperately to escape the struggle.

-Lulu's Bizarre Rebellion Chapter 2