[i]Jason aimed again, the high-powered scope zoomed in very close to the knightess' helmet, a grin on Jason's face. His right hand swiftly moved, pulling the bolt on the right side of the Gauss rifle back, chambering another slug before he pushed the bolt back Then, the trigger was pushed in again, a second slug being fired, a pink heart heart with an arrow through it decorating the front. This slug - unlike its brother - was made out of depleted uranium, the colour being a pale grey. This was also launched with a deafening bang, the projectile whistling as the air brushed past it. [/i]

[i]As soon as Anri rose the staff, a clear shield formed around her, transparent and seeming fairly weak, although it truly wasn't. Anri's plan had worked. The slug slammed into the shield, becoming stuck within it and yet knocking Anri back again. Groaning still, she rose up, the projectile right in front of her face. Yet it began to turn back to Jason's location, pointing right at him.[/i]

[i]Jason simply, chuckled, the thrusters on his back slowly charging up, preparing to launch Jason forward when he would be hit by the slug. He grinned maliciously, rapidly chambering another slug, before firing, his gun aimed at Anri's chest. Then he fired - only to chamber another round, firing it soon after. And again.. And again.. And again until all eight remaining slugs had been fired at the knightess. [/i]

[i]Each slug became stuck in the abnormal shield, but not without consequence. Each one slammed Anri back into the wall, and more groaning and even the snapping of bones could be heard coming from her. Rising again, Anri stared deeply at her opponent, each slug rising around her and pointing towards Jason quite eerily.[/i] "Christ...I'm new to this..." [i]She didn't launch the projectiles just yet, she was waiting for him go attack.[/i]

"WHAT THE FÜCKIN' KINDA BULLSHIT IS THAT?! FÜCKIN' DIE ALREADY! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIIIIEE!!" [i]Jason yelled rather angrily, his voice booming over the area the two were in. He then tossed his gun to the side, the Gauss rifle bouncing off the dirt floor without any visible damage. Then, with a growl, he grabbed the stock of his assault rifle with his cybernetic hand, yanking the deadly weapon out of its soft leather case. His left hand very firmly clutched the underside of the barrel, his right index finger wrapping around the metallic trigger, which had a smiley with sunglasses and a cocky smile painted on it. He then started firing while slowly walking over to Anri, firing explosive bullets, armour piercing bullets, and plasma coated bullets at a rather high rate of fire of six rounds per second, the magazine emptying itself in a mere ten seconds. [/i]

[i]The slugs suddenly launched themselves at the projectiles suddenly heading towards Anri, alongside the six crystal spheres that where still surrounding her, explosions being caused as they suddenly met eachother mid-air, several more crystal spheres surrounding the knightess and launching themselves towards the projectiles as well. She was doing everything she could to keep the wall up, though it's surface was cracking quite easily, due to the intense pressure she was under, and the fact that it had literally eaten about nine rounds. As soon as the ten seconds ended, the shield suddenly broke into pieces, and Anri began a charge towards Jason, sprinting faster than any regular human as the staff in her hands suddenly transformed into a massive 6'7 foot long coiled lance, which was raised up and pointed straight towards Jason's stomach. [/i] "STAND STILL, YOU B*STARD!!"

[i]Jason's right sky blue eye had started twitching, his figure trembling with pure fücking rage, hands dropping the assault rifle in the dirt before he kicked it away, armoured hands twitching. [/i] "[b]YOU PIECE O' MOTHER FÜCKIN' SHÏTE! GOD FÜCKIN' DAMNIT, YA BÏTCH, YA BÏTCH, YA GODDÄMN BITCH! DIE ALREADY, YOU CÖCK GOBBLIN' WHÖRE![/b]" [i]Jason yelled at the top of his mighty lungs, voice even louder than before and angrier than ever. It was pretty obvious that the man was.. displeased. His twitching hands reached over his head, very tightly grasping the shaft of the Nameless King'a spear, slowly sliding it out of its sheath. He then aimed the 11'5" long spear at Anri, the weapon sizzling and crackling with yellow lightning. He then charged at Anri, the tip of the spear aimed at the knightess' chest. The thrusters on Jason's back allowed him to go even faster, feet practically skating over the dirt ground. If anyone was getting speared at this rate, it'd be Anri. Because Jason's spear was longer. Mandatory Lenny. [/i]

[i]Of course, Anri wasn't an idiot, unlike her writer. As Jason unsheathed the King's spear, she began go form something of a plan, suddenly slamming the lance down into the dirt in front of her, while a bolt of pure lightning formed in her left hand. She threw it upwards as Jason began his charge, and the lightning exploded right above the two, beginning to head towards the ground below and forming something of a wall. Anri had begun to sweat rapidly, sighing as the electricity crashed down upon the earth. The intent of the lightning was to separate Jason and Anri, as...well, it would be suicide to run into a wall of pure electricity.[/i]

[i]The Texan/Ire grinned maliciously beneath his helmet as he charged at the wall of pure electricity, his anger probably having driven him very far over the edge of sanity and insanity. Jason, having an ace up his sleeve, charged through the wall of electricity, his shields taking the blow and overloading without a sound as he charged with a deafening and rage-filled roar, his spear still aimed at Anri. He came out the other end unscathed - though his shields were completely knocked out and maybe even fried. Although, maybe he wasn't completely unscathed: his silver armour was smoking and sizzling - though that was all visible damage. [/i] "JUST DIE ALREADY! DIE! JUST DIE! DIE SO I CAN MAKE YOUR BODY MY OWN!!! HAHAHAAHA!!" [i]He yelled as he finished his sprint, being by Anri by now, his eyes still twitching and his body still trembling. Boy, was he fücked up right now. [/i]