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If this wasn't so annoying, Vlad would've laughed. Phosphorous rounds? They weren't getting the message were they? With each one that hit him, making his run towards them jerkier but not taking him off his feet, it at first seemed like it was working, on the surface at least. The incendiary rounds hit, setting fire to skin and tattered clothes. His skin seemed to burn away, and the parts they could see that weren't on fire were a dark and...metallic.

Yes, now they had a flaming metal, near full power, tank of a man nearly on top of them.

Knowing that at this distance he was drawing all the fire, Vlad reached out for the nearest soldier, throwing him into his comrade. The next one was thrown through a wall as Vlad made his way through the group, making sure all the attention and firing was on him as he threw them into each other with enough force to break things. At this power level punching would be too risky. It was easy being the target that drew all the attention, and he figured the distraction would help give Cait and Etoile's robots some openings while being out of the line of fire.