Mikael's first hit barely granted him time to generate a second sphere, of a size identical to the last. However, his once-arrogant grin was waning, as a problem surfaced at the back of his mind.
Mikael's bio-enhancements could let him outlast any opponent, methodically breaking down their combat style before flawlessly ensnaring them. For a well-concealed foe, this would be the most certain way to break them apart; but if he was fully aware of this, why had he seen it fit to stay within aggressive distance, even going as far as to corner himself?

The younger man shrugged off the thought as quickly as it occurred. He would not have chosen this at all unless he knew full well he could pull it off, and having doubts would only get him killed sooner. He was perfectly aware what he was trying to bait -- even with the mere half-dozen yards between them -- and there was but one thing to be expected when The Weeper was seen retreating a hand into his inner coat pocket. 
In nothing short of brazen recklessness, Mikael lunged straight at his foe, leaning in with with his explosive reaching in front. He could be glad that his enemy had good aim, as the first shot ricocheted cleanly from his Energy Sphere's surface, rebounding away from his vitals. A second shot clipped past, scraping deep along his right shoulder blade, and a third breached his inner left bicep.

Pain ran profoundly through Mikael's expression, but adrenaline muted his cries. Interestingly, the shoulder bullet landed a mere ten feet away after cutting against him, and the one in his arm left no exit wound. At a size of two feet, the sphere he held stopped its swelling abruptly, and a large glass-like crack vividly marked where the first bullet had made contact. Still, his movement remained mostly unphased; In two uneasy, zig-zagging paces he would overstep The Weeper's current position, unless his foe had other plans.