Nightmare nodded, stepping through the barrier slowly, just to be on the safe side. He was immediately hailed in bullets, the smaller caliber not even denting his armor. Thick black smoke emanated from the edges of his armor, and he began to sprint forward, the smoke making his movements hazy and indistinct.  The closest soldiers were his target, and they saw him coming, one in the squad drawing a sword to step into melee with him.<br/><br/>His mistake. Nightmare leapt at the man, his smoke coalescing into it's sword form even as he swung it. Bullets rattled off him as he cleared the distance, and the man even had the skill to parry his blow. Unfortunately for the soldier, his durable steel blade exploded into fragments where Nightmare hit it with his, and the man's head didn't fair much better.<br/><br/>Nightmare was suddenly punched back by a larger caliber round. He slid several feet across the ground, until he finally came to a stop, still on his feet. He glanced down to be greeted by two large holes in his armor. He shrugged absently, the holes closing as he turned his attention back to the immediate soldiers. Before the sniper could line up another shot, his sword turned back into a screen, and he slowly extended the spike from his left wrist, watching as the other soldiers in the squad scrambled for better cover form the adversary in their midst. A grenade landed at his feet, and he back flipped away from it, another high caliber round barely missing him.<br/><br/>As he made his feet again, Nightmare grinned, his mask bending into a grotesque shape, "Excellent."