It was drowned by the screaming of molten and folding metal below and the sound of her formative rocket barrage, but he spoke anyway. "You have shown me that you are quite determined to play your game with me." Unmoving and stoic in the air over the smoldering wreckage of the starship, Virtuoso's eye watched as she raised an army of projectiles. 

In answer to her formation of projectiles, Virtuoso's body began pumping out spear-shaped weapons that ejected from each port and grew to a rough size of two feet in length and three inches in diameter. Large pyramid wedges of golden light that arranged themselves in a hexagonal pattern in front of him. "I have learned much from this experience, be thankful that your memory will not be disposed of." He spoke more and more, though certain it would not be heard, it was unnecessary exposition to clear the silent and boring time of his own formative period. 

Each spear filled the hexagonal pattern before him in a loose protective barrier of light that would serve as his primary deterring factor in her oncoming onslaught. As she unleashed her first wave of projectiles, so too did he. From the outer limits of his hexagonal barrier he unleashed a hundred spears in a collapsing cone pattern towards the gout of explosive rounds. The hundreds of spears soon morphed to thousands as the collapsing cone narrowed and the hexagonal pattern's shape finally became clear in its brilliance. As each spear fired it became obvious that they weren't aimed directly at any of the oncoming projectiles, but simply in a straight line. However, while the missiles in their random pattern would overlap with his grid, the grid of spears would not overlap with itself.  

Forming a secondary layer of comparable size to the previous as the first barrier wore itself down by firing inwards, Virtuoso not only maintained his defensive but moved naturally into an offensive of his own. Not focusing on his full body ventilation anymore, he was now able to manifest his own projectiles just as quickly and significantly more organized than Cee's own. This had become what amounts to a Touhou Shoot-Em-Up. With two incredibly skilled masters of projectiles launching wave after wave of projectile towards the other, using their own projectiles as a method of disrupting the other's. As his own barrier of semi-transparent light formed between him and Cee's rounds, however, he managed to accidentally negate her disruptive flashbang rounds. It caused a slight error in his visual reception as the several visual disruption rounds passed through the translucent barrier of light. He noted the change and produced what amounts to a helmet around his face. Blue light spectrum to maintain a proper colorized field of view, since this was a oxygenated atmosphere. 

Though the two of them were continuing their movements as they fired, Virtuoso's grid had maintained a locked distance away from himself. Only moving forward when another layer was formed, and don't get it twisted, every time the barrier wears down it forms another backup grid. Leaving no moment of total exposure to her onslaught. Each grid formed with a secondary intermediate point system of spears, in the center of each hexagon was a spear that moved out of line with the rest of the spears. This spear fired in a straight line towards the circular zone that he had marked in his HUD for Cee's position. It didn't matter that he couldn't see her through her illusory field, if he fired towards a vague zone with enough projectiles he would eventually strike true.

This all seems terrible organized, but this is from an entirely analytical point of view. Of course they weren't firing perfect every time. As the bubble rounds detonated they sent the spears skittering off in improper directions and colliding with other projectiles. Making an incredibly messy display of the back and forth between the two, but so too did his own rounds disrupt her own projectiles. As his slammed into hers, they would either cause them to explode or knock them aside and into her other missiles. Each shot that she fired was answered with a shot of his own, and even the rounds that he created that totally missed were wasted. If they missed a target, they flew off into the distance never to be seen again.

For now, they were in stalemate.