[i]"Bad call..." JT would mutter under his breath from orbit, before Treyman heard it and smirked a little underneath his mask. His legs were tangled up in a mass of tentacles but he managed to keep his hands deftly freed, so after slipping the rifle back into his back, he would reach for the silver hilt that rested peacefully on his belt. It activated at the press of a red button and shot out an infernal colour, vaporizing the skin of the tentacles that it had stricken. He carved his way to freedom and landed dexterously on his feet, where he would use his Jump Jets embedded in his back and the soles of his feet to dash up into the air. When he came back down, not only was the beast sliced in half, but the Omega had slain two more creatures with a lunge forwards and an aggressive duo of swings from his crimson-bladed weapon. Treyman darted around the field, his movements elegant and precise in each of his slashes. To him, this was no battlefield. This was a dance and the sounds of gunfire were a tune to play to, and he moved with the grace of a duelist and dancer all the same, whilst carving a swath across the battlefield. [/i]