[i]If Leyla didn't move herself, she'd feel the almost comically oversized bullets slamming through her stone-like hide, a small dozen or two of the hundred or so crumpling against her rock-hard scales, though most pierced deeply, sinking into her flesh... and then, they blew up, sending burning hot shrapnel through her insides, only tearing her up further. Then, the rain of metal came to a stop, however, Jason dropping the spent minigun down to the ground, the steel hitting the stone floor with a harsh clank. He rolled his two cybernetic shoulders, right hand moving to his lower back, the magnetic field within his palm activating... and just like that, a chrome-like cylinder of metal, a good foot in length, flew into his grasp, previously attached at his lower back. With a hum from the internal machinery, a blade of pure, ocean blue, ionized plasma extending upwards, sized at about three feet, kept contained by a rather strong magnetic field, though the air around it still visibly quivered from the sheer heat it radiated. Without another word, the Russian started approaching, walking calmly like an edgelord.[/i]