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((Nope, Rage has a move, and I've got a post ready after he goes...))

"Keep us guarded, healthy, and if worst comes to worst, be ready to cast your most powerful offensive spell," opaj told Angel, before dashing out into the street, charging full-speed towards Rage and Gamma. Instead of trying to join them, he ran past them just until he had a clear shot at the mecha-suited man.

opaj was now poised to go on a full offensive against him.

((Told you I had a post ready.))

Gamma raked his helmet with the knife and continued a motion with his empty hand like he was slicking back his hair. A rough grinding sounded from his armored hand and helmet from the ceramic-on-ceramic contact; hard enough to crush anything small.

Tree-woman was charging him; her footsteps were pretty apparent to his auditory receptors. She was midair with a sword aimed at his face. Was she the b***h responsible for throwing snakes in his helmet? No time to wonder, she was about to try and poke him in the eye; though the lense housing was made of UH fullerite.

He pitched back; torso leaning backwards from the air-bound woman. A simple thai jab with his right foot to catch her in her strike and send her back to the ground. With his weight and strength behind a boot to the stomach, she'd think twice about charging him. Especially since her target moved hopefully far enough back to keep the blade afely at bay. Opaj would still be charging.

He came to a stop just to the side of Gamma. opaj lifted both swords above his head, blade-up, horizontal to the ground. He hadn't used this move before, but it did pack some power as far as sword strikes went. "Toragami!"

With that, both blades came striking down towards Gamma's head, all of opaj's body weight (which was a considerable 100 pounds less than Gamma, at least) going into the blow. Though it didn't seem likely to work well against the power armor, opaj was hoping that Gamma was off-balance enough to get knocked to the floor.

((Opaj would be slightly bent from the full on swing down, right? If so wink )

While panned back, another came from his side. This whole single-mindedness would have to stop. Something hit him in the face and knocked him down. A blade; a sword, two of them. One hit one of the foremounted tusks while the other hit the lensehousing pretty square.

Gamma fell with it since he didn't have much of a choice. The hit was enough to drive his semi-balanced weight completely back. Rolling with the blow he carried it onto his hunched shoulders and swung his legs high. An armored boot would come up as a result, a nicely reactionary kick to Opaj's ribs. It only carried as much force as his weight rolling so it'd leave more than a mark.

Rolling onto one's shoulders wasn't always doable alone. Not with just Opaj's hit, Gamma's elbows slammed into the ground to help pitch himself for the kick. Gamma's left arm, still holding the knife, bent and slammed a very forceful elbow into Opaj's foot.

((Feel free to disregard these according to your positioning. Not totally sure if you're in elbow's reach.))

Now standing up again, Rage was swirling her hands around open air as if she was holding an invisible ball in place. And in fact, she was. Air heated too quickly simply exploded, and that was a bad thing at the moment. But the air began to get warmer, and warmer, and warmer... and sparks began to form, turning quickly into a small fireball.

Keeping her distance, Rage used a technique that was previously used to flash-fry a boar, only modified to use less energy because it had to cover less area. "Deep fried goodness!"

((Regardless of if the heat begins to melt your armor, it will probably at least cause some sort of temperature change.))

The moment the energy of the attack was transmitted to Gamma, opaj's blades slid along the metal of the helmet, uncrossing and coming out to either side of him. As Gamma smashed into the cement, he began his roll. opaj caught on quickly, being an astute roller himself, and braced his right blade even as he began to roll to his left side- away from and behind his opponent.

The kick caught the defending katana. opaj absorbed most of the hit in his right arm, doing his best to deflect such a forceful hit. The result was opaj rolling a couple of yards away, out of mellee range. When he came up, his right arm was completely numb and the blade he held in that hand was humming. Nonetheless, he arrived to his feet with blades crossed to his side, in a stance facing his opponent, left foot forward.