Snake
"Nah," Snake replied, leveling his voice in contrast to the zany and exuberant Uratekumon, Snake tucking back and rolling swiftly away from his opponents move, sliding the unloaded clip out of his barreta and slapping a fresh magazine in with equal speed to his maneuvers. "You don't fight for fun, you fight to protect your own ego. It's fragile, you can't stand the thought of losing to anyone you consider to be... nothing but code- yet here we are, and you're the only one made of it."
He was taunting the gremlin, still aiming to get a rise out of him while firing the barreta, aiming to get in his pot shots while he could- he had bigger moves he was itching to use, and the soldier was far from ready to be put down.
Master Chief
"Well so much for redirecting it," Kalmiya commented.
"That wasn't the intention," Chief replied simply, glancing between the spheres as they split, homing in from opposite directions. Swapping his equipment, the Spartan simply tossed a small device at his feet, and a wall of energy erupted before him, taking the brunt of the two energy spheres, dissipating them against the barrier's surface. A Drop Wall, and it was capable of more, displayed as Chief unloaded another clip aimed toward the Robobot, the bullets that passed through his side of the drop wall electrically enhanced by passing through.
"Then... what was the intention?" Kalmiya question. In truth, John had anticipated the energy wouldn't react like most weaponry judging from the AI's mixed readings- low and behold, he'd been accurate in his assumption, the energy redirected by the automaton's will.
"Testing its capabilities," Chief stated, "let's see if we can't find a similar way to use energy."
"Ooooh, not a bad idea!" Kalmiya praised.
Leon S. Kennedy
Ah. Shit.
From Psyduck's perspective, the agent appeared quite suddenly once again, sprinting out of the comic book store, a shotgun in his arms as he charged much faster than most people probably should be allowed to go- and right behind him was the cause of his hurry, two Lickers charging after him on all fours, screeching their strange sounds as their tentacle-like tongues lashed about, their claws ripping apart the earth as they ran after the agent.
Nah, he definitely wasn't picking another zombie-infested map again, this was bullshit.
Turning, Leon unloaded a blast from his shotgun into one of the Licker's just as it leaped for him. The blast forced it out of the air, collapsing to the ground- before quickly bringing itself back up, appearing much more pissed than it did wounded while Leon rolled out of the way of the second Licker during its leap toward him.
The gunshot that had rung out had momentarily disoriented both of the Lickers, who paused where they were, Leon between them, perking their heads up, listening for him, or for anything else. He had his shotgun raised at the one he'd already shot as he kneeled at his position, glancing up toward the roof where Psyduck had remained.
Revan
It had shifted tactics... interesting. Like him, it seemed to have been holding back. Or... perhaps it had tapped into a rare ability it often didn't. Nevertheless, Revan was not pushed back, standing his ground as his vibroblade blurred and mixed with the air, clashing blow against blow against blow, their fight not having shifted in its speed for even a second.
It was... exhilarating.
Revan too, chose to switch this up a little. He had a few ideas for new fighting styles on-mind, adapted from the foes he'd already defeated, and their uniqueness, inspiring him to go beyond the limited basics of Jedi form. Turner's style had turned fluid, and quickly, so did Revan's. His new "Spirit of Ice" form, inspired by Kumamon, and the change into this was signified when Revan's thumb pressed upon a feature of his old vibroblade, and it quickly split into two, rust powder momentarily flinging through the air upon the separation, and Revan's fluidity matched Turner's in a perfect counter, a perfect juxtaposition.
For most of the fight, Revan had remained in-place, rarely shifting his feet as he maintained his stay, only moving to push an advantage, or like earlier, to exert speed. Now, he danced along with Turner's movements, both circling each other rapidly as they traded blows. Quickly, Revan thrust his blade forward only upon deflecting both of his opponent's- though he was anticipating Turner to leap over this, or to slide back like he had mostly done thus far, so Revan was quick to use the force, spinning himself so rapidly it was though he were a rotary fan, his blade appearing to become a circular blade around him for a few seconds, and with this, he blasted toward Turner's position, while his other blade slashed upward in the event Turner attempted to leap over- or to counter any of Turner's attacks during this move.