Oh that was unexpected. Almost no one here had guns, so he'd nearly forgotten that was something he should be watching out for, though as it turns out it wouldn't have helped. Because what comes out of that is definitely not a bullet.

The stream of ice catches him in the upper arm, grazing against the side of his jacket, tendrils of ice creeping across his clothing and seeping through the scar tissue of his skin and deeper into the muscle. Two things are immediately apparent:

1. This fucking hurts and he can't move his left arm. (Well he probably could but he's seen Sub-Zero shatter people, so he knows better.)
2. He finally found someone to kill.

So while one of those things isn't ideal, behind the mask he is grinning.

"So that's how it's gonna be huh?" Before he gets blasted in the chest or worse, he reaches up with his good hand to pull one of the hookswords off his back and dashes forward. Only a few feet into his charge and he promptly seems to disappear in a burst of purple energy, reappearing behind Len and bringing a boot to his backside.

Decapitating him will end this battle before it really begins, but when you have a signature move, sometimes it's just gotta be done.