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Schraeder looked Jesse up and down, then laughed.

"You're one to talk about needing a savior. If the Thief hadn't 'ported your lily a** out of there, you would have died. You know, when you were lying on the floor like a rug. And, as a matter of fact - "

He appeared right in front of Jesse, driving a sharp cross into the gap he had seen in Jesse's quills. As the wind left Jesse's lungs, Shcraeder skipped back and said merrily, "I think I can beat you just as badly."

Adela's first immediate thought: At least she can't emasculate me. The second? Crap. She moved to a handstand form (legs tucked) when Helena attempted to slice her open. Once the girl uncrossed her blades, Adela straightened both legs and delivered a kick to the girl's chin. Adela had tried a new tactic - the energy she used in her hands were now directed to her legs. She imagined that the same amount of pain would be the same.

Clarissa had no freakin' idea what to do. How do you face a guy with this kind of ability? But for some reason, the practice she'd done with the Thief earlier had done a world of good to her. Almost instinctively, she dodged the attack and turned to strike his neck. Though she didn't realize it, her body was remembering certain attack patterns.

The attack connected just as he'd hoped it would, but damage wise, he didn't hit nearly as hard as Agent R.

Winded for a brief moment, Jesse folded his arms over his chest and stumbled back. He fought to stay off his knees, and slightly concentrated to keep his attention on Schraeder who he assumed was feeling quite proud of himself at that moment.

After taking a few breaths, finally getting some of his wind back, Jesse managed a chuckle, and then an indignant look.

"You call that a punch...? My gran-gran hits harder than that!"

Still feeling the effects of the punch slightly, he made sure not to leave himself open like that. Instead, he figured out another tactic to use. Seeing how Schraeder was much faster and very much more agile than he was, this was going to take some doing.

"If you think you got better fighting skills than your butt-wife Agent R, come and get some more." he said to him, getting in a boxers south paw/philly shell defensive stance.

Jesse shook his head in disdain as he moved into closer quarters with Schraeder. If he was indeed worth his salt in fighting, this should prove to be a worth while bout.

Time was wasting, and hell was breaking loose elsewhere around them, thus, it was apparant that the both of them should make quick work of each other, and move on. Knowing his style and remembering his lessons from his uncle, Jesse started out with a quick sharp jab aimed at Schraeders face, which was a typical starting attack. The rest, would be up to the skills of the combatants themselves.

Schraeder easily bobbed under the jab, having been expecting it, then faked a jab to cover a cross that came flying at Jesse's nose from behind Schraeder's body.

Agent M, finished with firing to no apparent effect, turned his attention to Jesse and Schreader; waiting for an opening as Schraeder blinked away, he fired several shots at Jesse, continuing to fire as he approached, his left arm growing disproportionately large and supporting the biotic gun arm during his approach.

Elizabeth, growling to herself, shook her head to clear it and manifested her Shield; no longer did the cold bother her. She began seeking out potential targets, entirely unclear as to what was happening, and deciding on Schraeder, recognizing him from their last encounter.

The cross came quickly towards his face. It was almost as if his body knew exactly what to do, and followed through with it. He instinctively slapped at Schraeders oncoming punch while retracting his other hand, then quickly sending it in low to deliver a body blow right to the sturnum.