It was good to hope that things would defuse whenever one found themselves in a tense situation. Especially when it came to cases of apparent mistaken identity. But Rain, in his long life span, had known better than to assume that a situation like this one would easily resolve itself. This person, whoever they were, was incredibly aggressive when it came to finding this Fury as seen by their chosen method of approaching him. This meant that he wasn't entirely surprised by the words they spoke following his claim, disappointment filled its place. She made her intent to attack known as her palm was exposed to reveal where her assault would come from. From within the mechanical device that was housed in her armor he'd feel the reaction and the heat build moments before it was fully unleashed, his senses being in tune with the elemental forces around him giving him the clues he needed. His outstretched left hand rotated to the left and he exerted some of his power as he drew it up from his spiritual core. This manifested in the world around them in the form of a powerful blast of wind that'd come in from the side, Rain's left or Bita right. The plasma spray would be shoved away a safe distance to cover the ground after traveling on the current. This action swept Rains left hand partially across his body which stopped as it was about to cross the sternum. He pulled his left arm in, bent the elbow, and curled his fingers into a fist. As he did the air pulled inward around his knuckles and condensed. He then punched forward and stopped when his arm was extended about 90% of the way. From his fist a focused, twisting, spike of compressed air would aim to pierce through the plasma spray as it either continued or began to taper off. Its target was the exit point on the palm from which the plasma was released. Its intent was to destroy it so that particular method of attack could hopefully no longer be used. This compressed air attack was focused and quick as it crossed the distance between them as fast as a round fired from a .50 caliber sniper rifle. It's speed and twisting aspects would seek to keep the attack stable against the heat so that it didn't fizzle out before it reached its target. Meanwhile the damage that it'd deliver was leagues above what it should be capable of delivering. Upon impact it'd seek to release all the tightly compressed air in a series of shredding blades that'd hopefully tear at the, hopefully, softer material within the armor and the more delicate internal mechanisms. Now that he was more alert his right hand hovered near his hip with the fingers flicking softly back and forth as sparks began to manifest and build. "We do not have to do this..." He sought to appeal to reason one last time. [@LeeRoy]