[i]Jason darted forwards, his left arm bending at the elbow, the two small firebombs exploding against his forearm, the force and heat both practically nullified his armour -- the shock was absorbed by the gel in his bodysuit, the heat negated by the ceramite plating. Smoke hid his torso from sight for a few moments, only for the Russian to come charging out the other side, twisting his upper body with his momentum and weight both, throwing a wild, hard slash with his plasma-saber from the right, aimed at Tesuto's midriff. It wasn't a careful, calculated attack, but rather... a wild, brutal swing, thrown without even a sign of finesse. It was just brute force.[/i]