Snake
Well... the hole plan didn't work out, but there was still the resulting accidental hit, cutting two of the cord-like tails into one- a win in Snake's book. As he'd turned to look, he saw Uratekumon's giant fist aiming to crush him- but the soldier also noticed the way his opponent was shrinking. It seemed this size difference wasn't a constant- it had a limit. Good, that worked well enough in Snake's favor, though he still had to worry about that fist, considering the RPG Maker, and Uratekumon's extendable arms, alongside the fact that his shrinking didn't seem to be a particularly rapid process.
Kicking himself off the ground, Snake launched himself back, avoiding the initial strike, but the enhanced blow resulted in a short shockwave of energy, spraying sand in every direction as the ground shook, and it blasted Snake back twenty feet or so to skid against the beach on his back with a grunt, before using the momentum to somersault backwards and slide to a stop on his feet.
It still wasn't quite time for his next attack, but he needed to have a counter for his own ultimatum. Snake grabbed his bad arm, and with a jerk and a shout, his shoulder was popped back into place, stinging rather painfully, but it would do.
Snagging out his baretta, Snake turned and began to sprint back to the massive crater left behind by the facility.
Leon S. Kennedy
After some flashlight beams cast about the place along his trudge through the water, Leon reached a storage area, boxes piled high, some dusty books piled onto shelves, and a breaker box on the far side of the room. The only problem? A single zombie standing idly in the room, not having noticed Leon yet.
Zombies weren't typically a very big deal, but in this environment, his firing of a gun to kill one could alert any that might have sunk below the surface, lying in wait, possibly even animal variants from this pokemon thing the duck was clearly from.
Conjuring his knife, Leon slid silently through the water- then plunged the blade through the zombie's skull, the tip sticking out of the other side of its head. Holding it up with his knife, he slowly lowered the corpse into the water, before yanking the blade out and washing it off with a couple swishes in the sickly green water.
Sliding the blade back away, Leon continued his search through this storage area, pulling out and moving around several books, opening boxes, unstacking a few- before he saw it. The same logo from the trading cards was present, so Leon whipped it out to find it was some kind of handbook for a video game. Flipping it open, he found that the book was mostly preserved, having been out of the water and under some books and comics in a box.
A few moments later, Leon heard the swishing of water, and quickly closed the book- he had what he needed. His beam of light cutting through the darkness, he directed back toward where he'd come from, and his eyes widened at the crimson body wading through the water, its brain-like skull pulsing atop its head.
A Licker.
Fortunately, they didn't have eyes, so it couldn't see his beam of light- it hunted based on sound. An evolved zombie due to the T-Virus, and a very deadly foe. He wasn't sure how it had wound its way down here, perhaps out of idle curiosity, or maybe he wasn't being as quiet as he'd preferred, but it was here now, and he had to find a way around it- these things practically ate bullets, Matilda wouldn't do much here.
Perhaps he should pick somewhere that wasn't zombie-infested next time. He had a duck to get back to, after all.
Revan
Turner evaded the plunge of the blade, getting merely nicked as he leaped upward, Revan deflecting his blades at the hare's arc before it landed, and they resumed their parries and blows, blades clashing against one another, a shower of sparks flying through the air more than once for every second, their blades a flurry to the naked eye. Turner made to try and sweep at Revan's legs, the gray jedi countering by shifting his foot, and a block of earth shot up just enough to absorb Turner's attack. The jab was met by a clash of steel, tabbing and sliding off of the flat side of the vibroblade, before Revan spun it to slap away Turner's follow-up attack for the throat.
"You are quick," the Revanchist complimented. "Ruthlessly efficient as well, each of your attacks a calculated strike for vulnerable weak points," Revan continued his own flurry of attacks against Turner, matching the hare step for step, continuing to play this dance of death they had since their fight began.
"I should not be surprised- only the greatest can have made it as far as this. No matter your amount of skill, unfortunately, you pose little threat to the will of the living force," with this, Revan tapped into one of his force abilities- Force Speed. Revan's next slashes carried more weight as he wasn't forced to put as much effort into their speed, the force aiding him in this endeavor. With speed quick enough to conjure after-images, Revan stepped forward and made to slash across Turner's midsection, a potential bisect, following up by spinning to appear on Turner's other side, simultaneously cutting at Turner's wrist, attempting to sever the limb, before concluding his move with Force Speed active with an impalement attempt from behind Turner, attempting to plunge the blade between his shoulder blades and pierce the hare's heart.
