[i]Jason's smirk turned into a smile, because while he was definitely a battle-hardened veteran of many wars, he still adored the thrill of a fight. He threw more force into his Energy-Saber, driving the blade deeper into the Buster Sword, the blue, ionized plasma burning at a good thirty thousand degrees Celsius or fifty thousand degrees Fahrenheit -- more than enough to melt through just about anything. He effortlessly moved his shotgun to block the gunblade, locking them both together.[/i]