[b]Phoenix's helmet switches to its built-in filters, similar to Blackjack's. Sending out an ultrasonic pulse (like a submarine's sonar), he locates you and fires a relentless stream of explosive .308 going 3500 RPM. If the bullets don't do anything, it will surely knock you back because of the constant explosions. He looks down at himself. His armour was burnt from the electrical charge, yet it had not compromised the ceramics that negated the heat energy and electricity of the blast. Extending a hand outwards, that same grey dust from before forms into a long spear. Like a gathering form of ash, the slate coloured weapon looks rather ominous in the hazy most that overlays the battlefield.[/b] [quote]Catch.[/quote] [b]Knowing your position, he throws the spear directly at you...[/b]