"Give it up kid, you can't beat me." The big man growled.

[i]Not up close.[/i] I thought. I needed to blow past him to get to that jammer, I can't keep wasting time on this guy. I raised my arms and Mana flowed into my circuits and gushed into the world, unleashing a firestorm that incinerated everything in its path. The man's eyes widened with shock before slamming shut as he was consumed in a wall of flame. My 6th sense saw the angels white aura through the fog, and a sickening green aura a little beyond that. I directed my firestorm a little to the left so as not to blast her too. I mean, she's pretty good, so she'd probably live, but no need to hinder a temporary ally.

[b]Ka-Boom![/b]

A hole big enough to drive a semi through opened up in the walls of the warehouse, singed wood and hot steel frame littered the ground around us.

Us?

Thick arms crossed in front of his body and his skin gleaming like steel, the commando was still very much alive. Much to my annoyance. I rushed forward and unleash a flurry of concrete shattering punches all over his torso. As my fists connect, his skin changes to gleaming grey everywhere my blows land. I punch harder, faster, the mercury-like substance vastly stronger than steel. Eventually I tire out and jump 50 feet straight back. My reinforced knuckles are sore & my breathing becomes heavy. The strain on my mana reservoir from the firestorm and my constant body reinforce magic starts to become apparent. The amulet under my shirt activates and starts pouring a controlled stream of mana into me, more of my fatigue disappearing with every breath. "Why won't you die!?" I exclaim. 

"Heh heh heh, RAAAGH!" He roars as he tears off his shirt, revealing the pulsating quicksilver underneath. He retracts it from his arm seemingly mentally to show the thin membrane of liquid silver. "Liquisteel son. It hardens in response to physical trauma, you can't hurt me!" 

[i]We'll see about that.[/i] I think to myself. I should have enough soulstuff left to summon my soulshard. Lancelot won't have to go without a weapon for what I'm about to do. I summon three glowing spears floating around me, and begin to charge mana. It seems like a shootout, the air thick with tension. Just before I release, he charges me. Barreling at me like 300 pounds of beef and murder. He is about 30 feet from me when I release my killer combo. I place my Palm on the floor and transmute the floor back into a pool of unhardened concrete. He takes another step, and sinks, knee deep in the slab. As he trips and falls on his hands and knees, I reharden the concrete, trapping his limbs. 

"You think this will hold me?" He sneers, and starts to slowly slide free from the liquisteel. I send another pulse through the floor, cementing the grip on his limbs and hardening the floor to impossibly tough levels. Stopped so abruptly, the man grunts and starts exerting a superhuman amount of force to break the magically hardened concrete. Despite my efforts, the man slowly starts sliding out of his concrete prison. But as he spends more and more mana to break my trap, the liquisteel on his back begins to quiver. Desperately trying to keep him still and aim at the same time, I fire my soul spears. My hunch pays off, he had little mana to spare to harden his back, his concentration spent attempting to break free. My spears penetrate the still liquid steel, puncturing his vital organs. As his lifeless body slumps to the ground, I put out a powerful scan for the jammer. Penetrating the veil, I see him behind the building next to this one.

And the only thing in between us is that gunner spirit in the ally with the angel. Fuck. Oh well, it's two on one. We can take him. I put my body reinforce on, throw up some shimmering blue shields, and jog out of the hole in made in the building to see how she's doing.