The figure turned, and kicked at Tybalt. He wasn't close enough to connect a kick, but that wasn't his intention. A single, tiny syringe,filled with tranquilizers, shot out from his boot heel, and sunk into Tybalt's flesh. He blinked, and again switched tactics. The figure drove a single, small blade into the flesh near Acon's neck, and started trying to pull her off. His suit resisted the liquid, but the blade didn't fair so well; it began to corrode.