His body seemed unwilling to move as the axe swung down and connected in a flurry of sparks, the blow causing him to lose his balance. The palm of his hand created ripples in the crimson liquid below. The man certainly had strength, Ivan gave him that and had perhaps caused a slight shift in the armor joints. However, the heat vents glowed orange as he sweeped his rifle up, a neural signal causing him to return upright with ease. He stepped back, bracing a foot behind him and snapped the weapon onto its target. A low laugh could be heard emitting from his chest just before he pulled the trigger, the shells raining around him as the man was shredded to meaty bits. He continued firing, up to the point where the upper torso of his adversary could no longer be recognized.<br/><br/>Once done, he turned back to the two. "Y' two still alive? I told y' so. You won't be lasting long with them butter knives. Not decisive, too much screaming and waving about involved. Gets y' all tired out y'know?" He sincerely hoped they would not walk away as though he had never existed, like before.