[b]Damien grumbled and shot up, his speed matching her. He knew that she outmatched him up close. Range was his ally right now.[/b] [b]Hanging in the air, two small panels had unfolded from his back, the thrusters spitting out bright blue flame like a jetpack. He hovered there before propelling himself off the pillar and rolling to the ground, pulling his sidearm and firing more antimatter runner rounds at Olivia. They were rushed shots, most missing, others going through her shielding and making dents.[/b] [b]It was clear he wasn't out to cause immense pain or damage. They were just sparring after all... But the bullets were merely denying the soft metal layers.[/b] [i]"Nifty spear. I'll have to get me one."[/i] [b]He jokes, getting to his feet, backing up as he tapped something on his wrist... Now he needed time.[/b]