Snake
The soldier smirked, before he casually grabbed onto one of the metal plates (the leftmost) with his Phys Gun, and rammed it against the other two, canceling out the attack as Snake tried the tiny dial near his index finger, and sent the only remaining metal plate at Uratekumon-
The metal plate disappeared as it was evaporated on the spot, a figure emerging out of nothingness before them. The Generic Host, who raised a brow at Snake before he casually dusted off his shoulder- a rather pointless action, as he was a hologram.
"Oh what's this, you guys building a house together? Homey, heh..." the Host chuckled, grinning at Uratekumon, before slowly blinking a couple of times in the awkward silence. "Oh, right..." the Host snapped his fingers and Kleiner reappeared. "HUH" Otacon's voice came out, before he turned to look at the Host, who waggled his fingers in greeting. Immediately, Kleiner disappeared.
'Ladiesman317 disconnected'
"Well, that takes care of that..." Generic Host raised his brows, glancing at the other two. "He's not allowed to do that again, by the way. Outside help is allowed," the Host paused, squinting at nothing. "Well, somewhat, but appearing like that? Cute, but no... so you kids have fun, and keep in mind that it's okay to lose, but still- rip each other apart, I like it," he then winked at each of them before making a purring sound as he waggled his fingers at Snake. "Ta-ta."
And he was gone.
Snake stood there for a short moment, clearing his throat. "Uh- your turn," he told Uratekumon, feeling as though he was the accomplice to the kid who'd just broken the rules in class.
Leon S. Kennedy
A hydro pump blasted through one of the windows, but that didn't do much, Leon was already deeper into the store, finally taking it in. A comic book store, great. There'd be nothing useful here except... he didn't get to finish his sentence as his eyes landed on a rusty rack nearby, most of its contents having fallen, but some remained, still bagged and mostly intact. Mint condition. Impressive.
What had caught his attention wasn't the cards with a void-black logo on their back, something called "Yu-Gi-Oh!", but the ones next to it. The image of a sphere, one end red the other white, with a blue background, was triggering his memories, though he still couldn't quite recall where he'd seen them.
Pokémon...
Grabbing the bag quickly, Leon tore it open to grab the 10 cards lined inside. The design in the images looked a lot like what Psyduck was, a sort of... familiar aesthetic to it, but he didn't find the duck itself. Glancing toward the door way, Leon dropped the cards and turned his attention to a rack of books, mostly still there and out of the water on the floor. His eyes scanned the rows- no. He found another row and scanned- nada.
Leaping over the counter, Leon inspected the books behind it- nothing. Straightening, he furrowed his brow, glancing about the room for... there it was. A back door. Storage and whatnot would be there.
Upon opening it, Leon was greeted by mossy steps and stairs, leading down into a pitch-black darkness. igniting his flashlight, he aimed the beam downward to find there was about a foot of water. With one last glance behind him, Leon shut the door and descended down the stairs.
Revan
The hare was wise, having learned of its inferior force, not trying to match the force-user head-on, understanding it was outmatched in sheer power. So it resorted to making quick jabs and slashes, attempting to make nicks, to deal what little damage it could hope to. No use, of course, Revan was prepared for his every attack- even his next. Seeing as his side was open, and Turner had moved for a jab; Revan's arm, the gray Jedi was quick to turn his sword around, the blade sticking in Turner's direction as the hare moved.
He thrust the blade for Turner's midsection as Revan simultaneously positioned it so that Turner's blow struck his shoulder plate- and glanced off with a small shatter of sparks from the contact.