[i]A 6'5" man walks up to the grunt, features aside from a heavily muscular physique hidden by a suit of gunmetal grey armour, the golden Plexiglas visor glinting in the sunlight. Jason chuckled, his empty hands clenching into fists as he sucker punched the grunt right in the side of its head using his right heavily armoured and strengthened cybernetic arm, completely smashing the gas mask into pieces, letting methane gas leak out. [/i] "Ugleh fuсk," [i]A somewhat distorted, masculine voice spoke, a mechanical accent lacing the mocking words. Jason's left hand wrapped around the Grunt's neck as it struggled pathetically, blood leaking from its mouth and smashed nose. The Russian's right hand grabbed the pack on Flapyap's back, slowly tearing it off, methane gas flying out. Once it was halfway off, Jason's right thumb lost its tip, showing only sizzling iron. [/i] "Pop goes da weasel," [i]The man muttered to himself, the heated iron catching the methane on fire, causing a decent explosion. Jason, however, remained standing once the smoke cleared. The Grunt, on the other hand, had gone flying as cruel, cruel man had let go of its throat. Slowly, Jason approached the broken and battered figure that was the alien, who surely was near death. He slowly rolled it onto its heavily bleeding back using his right foot, before stomping right in its stomach, making the little alien cough its trademark, strangely coloured blood. But Jason wasn't done yet. The man ejected the mag from the Bolter on his chest as the Grunt below his foot laid still, motionless in pain. The Russian took a single Hellfire Bolt from the clip, before sliding it back into the gun. He placed the Bolter back on his chest as he kept the large .75 calibre round in his right hand. [/i] "This'll be fun," [i]He said as a grin displayed itself on his lips. A sickening grin, filled with murderous intent. Jason's slowly squatted down after taking his left foot off Flapyap, left hand grabbing the alien by its throat, before lifting it into the air as he got back up into a standing position. His right hand let the Bolt go, magnetism keeping the bullet in place as Jason punched the Grunt hard with his right first. Hard enough to pierce the flesh and skin, blood pouring out of the wound. He took the Hellfire Bolt, and shoved it in the hole, before dropping Flapyap to the ground. Jason started walking away after that, his blood covered right hand pulling his FN FAL from his back, aiming it back at the Grunt as the man peered over his right shoulder. He then fired, the bullet hitting the Bolt and causing it to explode in a fury of flames. Hellish flames that devoured Flapyap whole, until there was nothing left but a sizzling, smoking pile of unidentifiable mess. [/i]