Takeo knew he was not fast. Still, he had not expected the sniper to [i]shoot[/i] at him with such a closure. The barrel was brought to his chest, and Takeo smiled. He was off to a good start.

	He begun sword's relentless arc, but he did not anticipate the bullet's path. With a [i]crack[/i] that echoed through the ruins, the cannon's massive projectile slammed into Iron Sparrow's wrist, ricocheting off before glancing against his breastplate. The impact negated the force of Takeo's swing, nearly turning his body in the process. A wicked surge of pain shot through his arm and he cried out.

	"RIGHT ARM 50% DAMAGE. CORE 10% DAMAGE." The automated voice matched the status screen's display.

	[i]It's not my arm, it's not real![/i] Eyes wet, he pressed onward in anger and desperation, redoubling the slash. He turned his body with the blade, striking out, but his opponent had dropped their weapon and leapt away. The massive sword caught the Framewerk's legs at a bad angle, glancing off without penetrating, but sending the sniper into a furious spin. Takeo brought his arms up together above hid head, slashing down with all his weight in a combination attack.