[i]When Amanda backed away, Jason pushed up, the thermite burning and scorching his armour while the bullets continued to pelt it, if with significantly less accuracy and muzzle velocity both, the damage they could ever do greatly reduced because of it. He was smiling like an edgelord maniac as he only pushed himself further and further, rhe dosage of drugs he was getting increasing just a tiny amount. He was hammering his opponent's shield with hopeless, careless abandon, striking it hard and fast, again and again, planning on shattering it so he could get to finishing Amanda off. It was very clear now that most rational thought was gone as he pounded the hardlight, his smile contorting into a scowl, the force behind each strike intensified by his massively enhanced strength and energy thrusters both. In short, it was very much akin to getting rammed by a freight train, again and again, in rapid succession, even as the Russian's armour broke apart.[/i]