Jaime's first strike was about as lackluster as his entrance words, zipping past and spinning around to face the troublemaker as he retorted back about...preception or something. It was over Jaime's head. But that challenge remark?

"Bullcrap!" Jaime shouted back. "I don't even recall you! Now just clear out of here an--"

Incoming.

"I SEE THAT!"

Jaime's wings popped out of existance, dropping him below the enemy fire as his back reformed to a small, maneuverable rocket.

"Gimme something, here!"

The Scarab complied, reconfiguring Jaime's forearm into a weapon he had hardly the time to even ask what it was. So long as it got the job done and--No KILLING, okay?

It reshaped just a bit at that.

Jaime's return fire: highly charged and condensed, rounded and crackling.