[i]And yet, Jason kept up, his ocular cybernetics kicking in, making it so that each and every one of Bedlam's punches and kicks took minutes to fly. Combat-Stims lifted his subconscious blocks, heightening his strength and speed both as the servos and artifical muscle bundles in his arms and legs - and his armour, too - tapped into his energy core.[/i] "Thanks for the offer, but I'll decline." [i]He elegantly and deftly wove through the attacks, manipulating where the two moved with his dodges and his dashes, guiding Bedlam... simply in nothing more than a circle. Jason's SCAR-H hit the ground as he tossed it aside, skidding a little from the careful throw so it didn't just clatter into the ground. He smirked, his eyes taking on an unseen twinkle. With a hum of machinery waking up from its slumber, the Russian activated his Energy-Saber, a three feet blade of plasma extending without a hitch. The heat and the blade were each finely contained, hilt held in his right hand. He immediately started his counter, twirling the sword around in the middle of Bedlam's flurry of attacks, more or less aiming to turn him into a quadriplegic, because plasma "burning" at fifty-thousand degrees Fahrenheit didn't mix well with flesh...[/i]