Revan, the Butcher
"I know you won't," the hiss of Revan's voice seemed to boom like a siren inside of Hareta's mind, drowning out all other thought, so loud it could have burst his eardrums had to been aloud opposed to in his mind. "I'm counting on it."
As Hareta's teeth made dents in the force user's bracers, punching holes through the black robes concealing his arms, he moved swiftly. Even if Hareta would attempt to pull away, Revan forced the boy to remain locked like a pitbull on his arm. The boy might have been deceptively strong, but Revan was quite a bit taller, and as he lifted his arm, Hareta was lifted into the air as well.
With a simple swing, Revan slammed Hareta to the ground, directly in front of Empoleon's attack, positioned in such a way to ensure that even if the Pokemon altered direction, it could not hit Revan. Its only target was Hareta, or not. While this happened, the gray Jedi had already tossed his blade into his other hand, and plunged it for Hareta's gut. Obviously the child would squirm. Obviously he would attempt to avoid this. That was purely expected, and possibly still locked into place, not just unwilling to run, but unable to run, Hareta would be almost completely defenseless from the stab, and the subsequent slashing to reorient to Hareta's movements, all while the floor continued to crumble away rapidly around them.
Lightning burst from Revan's free fist, engulfing his entire body (and subsequently his opponent), a brilliant violet in color, though Hareta was not his target, as the force lightning was quick to begin leaping in bursts of bolts toward Empoleon, intending on frying the pokemon before it could recover itself, as Revan's speed for his entire counter had taken over the course of just a few seconds.
Alexios, Champion of the Kosmos, DEIMOS
"HAHAHA!" Alexios laughed with every swing he threw, and his opponent was quickly faltering, before leaping overhead to land opposite Deimos and slash with vigor.
A successful blow. The scythe lodged an inch into Alexios' neck. It possibly would have gone further, had he not raised his arm, his hand catching the rod of the scythe. Crimson leaked from the wound as Alexios ceased his laughter, instead tugging the scythe out of his neck with a shove, then proceeded to yank with inhuman strength, attempting to pull Rebellio off the ground and flying toward him while the Champion of the Kosmos would turn, dropping his sword to thrust his fist out like the strike of a snake, intending on bashing his knuckles against Rebellio's face as they met from the pull.
Agent Leon S. Kennedy
The underlying rumble made Leon skid to a stop, an unmistakable subterranean movement. While most wouldn't be able to detect it, mostly due to ignorance, Leon's perception was of a unique variety, and his stop put a little distance between himself and the Weavile that had just bounded up before him, clawing her way out of the earth and through the concrete. Sharp as hell claws, he'd need to be a little more wary of them.
His opponent tore out a chunk of concrete that had already been partially broken from her emergence, and hurled it toward Leon, following her attack by a sprint to drop down and slash at his ankles.
The agent's response for the concrete slab, keeping Weavile in his peripheral, was to raise his arms, and grasp the incoming slab, though not in a conventional way. Rather, he moved his body with it, grasping the slab as it moved by him, and he continued its momentum by spinning himself, pulling the concrete along with him as though it were orbiting his body, then proceeded to slam it down to the ground, intercepting Weavile's slash in the nick of time, her claws tearing at the concrete, but missing Leon's ankles, and he was immediate to respond by kicking at the pokemon's face while she was down.