One of Rakhana's main rules when fighting was to always confirm if an attack had landed, provided it didn't threaten her life or any tactical advantage to do so. Thus, the young woman waited with bated breath as the plasma rounds struck the barricade and burned through towards her opponent. Yet, frustratingly, he appeared to use the same heat-diverting technique as he had done in his initial defence to partially mitigate her first bullet, and the second was deflected by some sort of... well, she supposed she would call it a shield, though it was unlike anything she'd ever seen. The effect was quite futuristic, and she was left pondering, for a split second, whether the man before her was utilising an ability, or some sort of advanced technology. If it were the latter, it would potentially make a worthy trophy to be scavenged off of the man's corpse, provided whatever powered it was still intact once Rakhana had finished with him.

The third bullet she had unleashed did not find its mark either, instead speeding uselessly past her target as he propelled himself backwards with haste. The movement threw her blue-haired opponent out of her sight; yet it took next to no time for him to resurface moments later, raising the strange sword and slicing effortlessly through the stainless steel of the guard rail on the overpass. This seemed to be only part of his attack, however, and the weapon seemed to be a precursor to a sudden onslaught of arctic wind, demonstrating the ability of her target to seamlessly meld his elemental powers together. It came as no great surprise, but it was useful information to store in the tactical part of her brain, the part that was constantly trying to play three steps ahead, as if this were nothing more than a deadly game of chess.

The sub-zero wind, cold enough to potentially snap-freeze any normal individual, cut through the air with a startling speed, making the wintry New York air feel like a summer's breeze in comparison... and yet, it went almost completely unnoticed by the young Russian. Several hundred degrees below freezing might have been an impressive feat against some other opponent, but Rakhana's outer defence burned at several [i]thousand[/i] degrees - even a prolonged burst of this wind would not chill her to the degree that Leo might have hoped, and the layer of ice produced upon everything else in the surrounding area stopped abruptly in a perfect sphere around the woman, melting in an instant as it made contact with the scorching defence.

As the frozen blast came into contact with the boundaries of her superheated plasma defence, it acted like a weather phenomenon in miniature; the cold front of the man's attack would collide with the warm front emanating from Rakhana's aura, and the turbulence created by the heated air trying to rise through the falling cold air caused miniature streaks of lightning to arc around the plasma shield. This would cause no harm to the young Russian, of course, with the electrically conductive capabilities of the plasma aura, but the sight was marvellous nonetheless. It reminded her of a shadowy figure from her not-so-distant past, a man in white who commanded lightning like other men commanded armies. The inevitable connection in her mind linked the element to precision and power.

But now was not the time to dwell on the past, so she dismissed the image from her mind as soon as it surfaced, and instead turned her attention back to the elevated ground that currently harboured her opponent. The amount of cover it provided for Leo put Rakhana at a minor but distinct disadvantage, so for the moment, she would shift her tactics from attempting killshots. Better to destroy the advantage first. Taking a deep breath, she sent a relentless onslaught of heat towards the bridge - not the part that Leo currently stood upon, as he might have expected, but instead towards the supports that held it up in the air. With the concentrated, prolonged blast of heat-generated plasma, the concrete and steel would begin to melt and disintegrate before her very eyes, threatening to bring the whole bridge down, and Leo with it, if he was not smart enough to move first.