West reached into his pockets and picked out four switchblades, tossing two to his Stand while the others remained within his own hands. “You’re probably thinking ‘If I can just wait him out, convince him I ain’t here, he’ll leave me alone’. Something like that, yeah?” West and his Stand slashed out at the air around them, methodically moving to try and limit the space anyone could hide in. Even with the limited strength and speed he had in this mode, it wouldn’t much matter: A sharp enough blade didn’t need too much speed or strength to cause significant damage! “Too bad! Come out come out wherever you are!”

Escape was the furthest thing from Lelouch’s mind at the moment. He wouldn’t get that far anyway. His leg would slow him down too much, and the second he was in the light would be the second he died. On the other hand, this was an enemy that didn’t know that. It worked against Joseph, so…

Painted Black made a break for it on his behalf. Unlike him, it wasn’t limping. As a shadow, it could not feel pain at all. “Got you!” West cried, his Stand descending upon it with both knives and sweeping through it as if it wasn’t there at all. “Huh? But how did -”

A shot fired out while West was distracted. It struck him in the head, to seemingly no effect at all. Except it did have an effect. It struck the still unprotected factsphere, rendering it less than worthless. Lelouch had seen firsthand why factspheres required armoured protection on most occasions, and were only drawn out when it was absolutely necessary to acquire additional information about the surrounding area. All West’s visor would show him was static and a high pitched whine, projected directly into his senses. It wouldn’t do much more than disorient and annoy him but that was enough for the time being. After all. Lelouch wasn’t the kind of person to come here with this much information just one plan. Now that the factsphere wasn’t an issue...

-Lulu's Bizarre Rebellion Chapter 19