[spoiler]gimme link to her sheet tho[/spoiler] [i]Jason himself gave the area a once-over, finding the fact that he was in a massive warehouse odd, but... eh, he fought in worse places. When his opponent went invisible, however, he audibly groaned in... not quite frustration, but just more mild annoyance.[/i] "Are you fuсking [i]serious[/i]? Fuuuuck, that's what I get from expecting an actual fight... ya know, seeing a big, tall woman in power armour got my hopes up, but then she fuсkin' goes invisible." [i]During his agitated rant, his left hand reached to his back, fingers wrapping around the metallic cylinder he held at his lower back, pulling it into view. It was twelve inches in length exactly, the whole look of it rather bland and boring, the most interesting thing being the pretty sheen it at underneath the light, as dim as it was. Then, however, he pressed an unseen button, or maybe he flicked a switch -- and while he did it very nonchalantly, the result was... nice. With a hum of machinery, three feet of ionized plasma extended from what was apparently a knock-off lightsaber, the blue blade making the air surrounding it quiver with the sheer heat it radiated, though it was nice and contained by... magnetic fields, likely. The Russian sighed again, his right hand reaching over his right shoulder, grabbing at... something. When his hand came back into view, it held something that Amanda would likely come to recognize if she wasn't literally trash: an M249 SAW, also know as literally the best LMG ever to LMG. It was fitted with a big, fat, beefy drum magazine, while the sight it had mounted on top was what seemed to be an ACOG. As far as his other weapons went... he held two types of grenades on his belt - three of each kind - while his last of five weapons was the Barrett M107A1, loaded with a five-round box magazine, though its barrel was... folded, pressed against the body of the rifle itself -- probably for ease of transportation. Of course, he also wore his armour, while his satchel sat at his left side.[/i] "Come on, come on, blyat..."